The reasons for me to try to catch three hours of sleep starting at five or six AM vary, but one thing that is constant is that around then is when I have my weirdest dreams.

This one was a "sequel dream" where events of a dream I had before, no idea how long ago or how technically accurate that is, had taken place. The events were largely about shouldering me with planning how to clean up some kind of community space for reasons I no longer remember, and this was to be done in the front of house of a professional garage. Much of the cleanup involved moving long tables from place to place, and these and other miscellany were stored in the garage in overhead racks like wineglasses in a pub. This meant the moving was always frantic, with myself and others being caught up into the move just walking around and suddenly I've been dragooned into holding up a table end. Most of that happened in the previous dream. Oh and also part of my plan to save even more on vertical space that seemed to be a premium in this building for some reason involved taking an entire bathroom and putting it on the wall so it opened downward.

This dream was more about the consequences of all my plans in that one. There's still a lot of stuff all over the place to move and clean up, and at least one of the colorful cast of characters who populated this thing was rather cross with me for the bathroom stunt to say the least. The complaint seemed to largely be that they couldn't stash the plates there, and showed me by opening the bathroom door and spilling loads of plastic plates from it, all in various shades of green. "I'm fixing it," was my refrain.

In addition to the cast of the first dream, which had the garage crew and a few pirates on my team for planning, it seems like we picked up a bunch of parents and children all mucking about underfoot and making stacks of things out of the mess. I collided with more than one stack of coins in my scramble to make sense of things, and once again was dragooned into hauling a table and some tools through the back area. One loader in particular seemed to be some genius of navigating the overhead storage this way and could expertly weave a team around this insane area.

I remember wanting lunch and not finding anything I could really eat. The diner didn't have anything, and across from it in the plaza was a standup that had a hastily crafted sign that advertized noodles, but when I asked for noodles, the boy running it clarified that it was for selling drugs, and I told him that was a shame because I would have bought the noodles.

I wasn't so hungry that I felt I had to press the point, so I went back to my room which was also in the plaza by the river, some kind of motel.

What's difficult for me to describe with words was how populous, colorful, and whirlwind this dream was. I don't usually imagine so many different people or more than two places, making this feel less "dream like" than my more regular dreams. Still no idea how I thought turning a bathroom up like that was a good idea, but it does sound like the kind of daft plan I'm known for in, like, D&D sessions.