In the morning...
I'm usually tired, having slept poorly, either crooked in bed or restless in dreams.
Yesterday's dream was odd. I was stranded at an airport, no wallet, waiting for someone to come pick me up. Meanwhile at the Colombian airline counter, I was overhearing someone speaking French to someone who didn't. When I woke up at 5:00, an hour before the alarm, I decided I was up.
Sunday night I also dreamed I was at an airport. Narita international. Except it didn't look like Narita, but was in the middle of the city. I also didn't have my wallet. Actually I was not wearing pants, as somehow the conveyor belt at security had munged it.
Then my friend's friend, who doesn't speak english, picked us up and we were driving, fast, in the streets of Tokyo, in the early morning, just after dawn.