Stone-Tied Feet

I woke up very unwillingly this morning. Well, so would you if you were in the middle of a flying dream. I'd walked calmly down an alley in Victorian steampunk London, calmly raised my arms halfway upto a horizontal, and flapped - and just as if you do that horizontally in water, I'd soared up, and up, and up...
into a dark starred, upside-down gaslit sky, the cold and mist refreshing on my limbs. I'd seen a friend of mine - not a real-world friend, but a friend in this Victorian world, swim skyward past me, and flapped to overtake them, realising only as the air got thinner and colder and twinklier still how very far up I was. I looked down.

Note to self - in the unlikely event that this ever happens in real life...don't look down. It was dizzying, and retch-making, and somewhere down there, I knew, someone was making mischief. With a golem, as it happens. I took a moment to think the thought you should never think..."If this stops working now, I am soooo dead..."

And then I woke up, snuffling, in my bed, with the clock glaring at me, yelling "get up ya lazy git...It's MONDAY!!!!"

It's enough to properly discombobulate you, that. Have felt somehow wrong all day...sort of like I'm in the wrong body, and the wrong time, and most assuredly the wrong place - glorious sunny days that just happen also to be office-bound Mondays will do that to you anyway, but it's such a sense of dislocation, I can't really explain it. I don't exactly want to admit this to you, but standing at the bus stop for the final leg of my journey into work - nope, still haven't gone back to walking that bit - I actually flapped my arms once or twice to recover the gift of flight. No chance.

Maybe it's just this that has put me in a foul and quarrelsome mood all day. Maybe it's that subconscious panic I talked about, with tomorrow being a weigh-in day. Or maybe it's that almost everyone else I've encountered today has got out of bed the wrong side too and decided to be a bunch of collective dicks...Either way, today feels like I should be flying, but instead have my feet tied to a big-ass boulder, weighted to the ground.

Hmm...subconscious weight-guilt? Very, very possibly. 

Blood was 5.4 this morning, for any vampires in the house...