It's julian date 270, commonly known as September 27, and I woke up today after having a remarkable dream, one that felt realistic, one that felt wonderful though I hadn't realized it yet.

I rolled over in bed and took the shemagh wrapped around my head for use as a blindfold off and I looked at the clock, and if I wasn't mistaken I swore I'd seen "09:54" in digital letters on my small alarm clock. I checked the other clock, and it read the same thing. Something clicked in my mind "oh shit, I'm late for work, I was supposed to be at work 3 hours ago!". I forced myself out of the sheets of my bed and stood up, immediately looking for my uniform and boots, I was in a hurry! Shortly thereafter my alarm clock went off and I woke up...

Now that I'm awake and fully cognizant of my surroundings (and quite apparently my actual thoughts) I shouldn't have been so alarmed when I'd woken up at that hour, I realized nobody had come to my room to wake me up, I was dreaming of a day off! I guess a life of 12 hour workdays 7 days a week will do that to you...