I woke up in a great mood this morning, and the only reason I could think of was a dream I had before waking.
Except it wasn't that great a dream, so that doesn't answer much.
In it, I had told a friend from high school that I would come visit him while he was in Darfur--my best friend in high school, who I haven't spoken to in a long while. I had to look up Darfur just now, since I had no idea what or where it is. In the dream, it was a country in Asia, south of Japan. I found it on a map in the dream--it was next to countries with names like Darkum, and Darlin, sticking out into the Pacific.
Anyway, something went wrong while I was flying over to Darfur and I ended up in Reykjavik. Reykjavik was great--the airport was this kind of Club Med resort, with lots of sunlight, green grass, picket fences, and attractive people walking around speaking what I assume was Icelandic. I wandered around for a while, but eventually I knew I'd have to get to Darfur or go home. So I found a ticket clerk who spoke English--it was bad English--and asked her how much a ticket to Darfur was. I expected it to be a lot since it was hell and gone from Reykjavik. Chances were I'd have to just go home--which was a bummer, since this was my only time off before the Bar.
Then the alarm woke me up. As I stumbled towards my clock, I mumbled: "I guess I'll never know if I made it to Darfur. Nice move, alarm clock." When I'm half-awake, I tend to anthropomorphize my alarm clock. These are all comments I've made:
"I'm coming! Shut up you bastard!"
"Touche, alarm clock, touche."
"And good morning to you, too."