Morning notes

A couple hours between early morning and morning I spent waking up every fifteen minutes to glance at the clock and sleep again, and during those extremely sleepy and waking moments I dreamt over a dozen vivid dreams. 

•  there were wolves looking for snow and they reached a field that was carpeted with a thin layer of white. A female wolf got so excited, she along with her pup ran to the white fields of snow and strangely didn't feel cold. 

Her pup was spread on the snow trying to make snow angels, but it wasn't working. The wolf picked up the snow and cried 'fake snow'. It was cotton apparently. 

•  I decided to ride my bicycle to work, and en route somehow got lost and reached some red brick ancient temples that were ridden with moss and everything about them was cool and damp. Huge banyan trees covered the temple ruins, their roots hanging from their branches, and a lot of these ruins and trees were submerged and grew out of water. There was a small pond where these ruins stood. 

I was cycling up ahead, over the steep brickwork and mossy path of the temples, and often times my cycle would float in the air and I'd touch the banyan trees and cling to them, sort of like a trapeze artists, with my cycle still intact under me, and I rode on and on

•  One of my oldest friend who's a sworn bachelor met me dressed in a completely Rajasthani ethnic garb that surprised me no end. He ushered me into his home that was tastelessly furnished with Rajasthani ethnic knick knacks and a lot of his previous furniture had been oddly upholstered with similar ethnicity. It really looked weird, and he introduced me to his wife who looked like some minor celebrity. She was overdressed in similar clothing like my friend. I fake complemented the house and they showed me a small bundle, inside which rested a small baby. It was so tiny, not even a few hours old. 

---anyway..I woke up late. I need to get out of this habit of waking up early and getting done with morning chores to sleep again.

 Is there anything more blissful than those few moments of morning sleep that feel so sweet that you'd trade all your happiness for it.