The alarm pierced my sleep after having finally entered deep into sleeplandia. Rather than pushing snooze, I incoherently shut it off. So, reset alarm, get 5 more minutes of sleep. I was awake at 04:45 and worried that I had an early morning meeting that a bicycle ride to and from the ocean might disrupt. Rather than crawling out of bed to check my work calendar to put my mind at rest, I rolled over. During this time and the piercing sound, I dreamt up an intricate scheme that most certainly included rain. Rain cancels rides.

Arun and I were somehow in a type of village where the houses and plots were a maze only clear to the locals. There was definite rain and we took refuge in someone's village home. They served us berry soup and stew. Forget the fact that I gave up red meat, I ate it anyway. The berry was succulent and deep blue, with many slightly hairy seed bulges. It was the shape of a cone coming out of it's greenery. It's flavor was as overflowing as only rain can provide.

The mind has amazing powers to try and talk you out of something. The second time the alarm sounded, I woke up realizing that I committed to this ride with Arun. This morning's sun was so warm and high at 07:00.