Dream: Wheelchair and a taxi

I awoke at 6:15. That’s a decent time. I went to the bathroom and stared at the bathmat and decided I could lay down on it and rest for 5-10 minutes. I even set my alarm.

I then began to dream. I called a cab, and the driver person who answered sounded a bit like a pirate. He said he’d be there in 20 minutes, so I hopped in the shower. I kept thinking that the cab driver was going to call me back or something, but I didn’t hear the phone ring. After my shower, I left the bathroom, and found myself at WalMart. The ninja was there, wearing a blue vest and pointed out the cab driver. He said the dude was pissed about me not being out there ten minutes ago.

At this point I realized I was in an office chair because I couldn’t feel my legs. I pushed myself down the aisles with my hands, thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that my arms must have been really long. I caught up to the cab driver, who was wearing an eye-patch, and who didn’t look amused, filling up his basket with cans of tuna. He said it was too late and he wasn’t going to give me a ride.

I was rather saddened, because I was all the way at WalMart, and that’s a long way to walk to work. I pushed myself down the aisle back to Dr. Ninja but I woke up. My legs were draped over the bathtub and that cut off the circulation. I still couldn’t really feel them. It was 7:45, and I stared up at the underside of the sink and wondered how I thought it was a good idea to sleep on the bathroom floor.