Last night I heard in my dream the sounds of one crash followed by another, repeated over and over. In my over-tired brain the sound of the first crash was a person’s name, the sound of the second was a person’s travel itinerary to Hyderabad. I kept trying to hold on to get the itinerary and kept losing it.
I woke up and realized that actually, the rhythmic crashing was the sound of construction being done at 2:30am in the morning on the building next store.
You know you are in India when you don’t even bother to ask why people are using jackhammers at 2:30 in the morning. You know when you’ve been working too hard when you confuse that sound with an excel spreadsheet.
I turned on the fan and after an hour or so, I fell back asleep. That puts me at quite a few days in a row with 5 hours of sleep or less. I’m not counting. Not yet.
I’m also not counting how many times in the last month I’ve dreamed of an excel spreadsheet.