I missed the hailstorm, sleeping right through it. It must have been impressive, as I woke to find most of the lawn still white. Maybe I was having a dream my subconscious self didn't want to leave. If so, I have no memory of it. My waking self is sometimes annoyed at my sleeping self. I have a sneaking suspicion that he has a more enjoyable life than I have. I also suspect that he resents me, because I not only put off sleep for too long each day, but I also drag him away from his world when I wake. Some of his awareness and will must remain in my head at the moment of waking, because my first thought each day is usually Oh, not this again! Then he tries to drag me back into the world of dreams, and I must struggle to escape into reality. The ingrate! If I didn't get up and do all that eating and bathing and such, we'd both soon be dead. And where does he think he gets the raw material for all those dreams if not from the experiences and sensory impressions I gather from the world during my waking hours? How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is to have a thankless subconscious!
Anyway, tonight we're back to commonplace drizzle. Music to balance mom's checkbook by. No wonder my subconscious self is resentful!