I woke up at 3:30, fell back asleep. Woke up again at 6:06, again fell back asleep.
Woke up yet again at 8:08 stayed up and finished watching Bill Hicks on youtube laughed and fell back asleep at 9.
I woke up and was in my apartment, the apartment looked very different. My friend and roomie Sonny was there with who I understood to be her Father Ted, only Ted looked also very different. They were fixing things around our place, and were currently at the top of the stairs working away. I asked, "is it ok for me to come upstairs?", Ted said "yeah, of course", I started to walk up the stairs and the stairs began to crumble and were being destroyed. I said to Ted "I can't come up there" he replied "yes you can, try again". I tried another time and the stairs began to fold in on themselves and I knew that I couldn't get up there. I felt disappointed and fear took over me. Next thing I knew, I'm at it again, only this time I focused and thought "if I could only make it to the top, everything will be ok". Suddenly, I'm at the top and I no longer feel afraid; I look around and at this point feel a little lucid and exhilarated. There's an old looking tv on a table at the top of the stairs, Ted I assumed was working away somewhere else, but I don't see him again. I walk into a room and Sonny is on a huge bed with her friend Megan and they seem happily chatting and fixing something. I join them, Megan asks about my partner, Sonny is quick to answer for me saying "don't talk about that, she's fine". I sit and am a bit amazed that Megan is in my dream, but I say nothing about it. I stare out at the view outside and realize that they both are gone and I'm alone. I look out again in the distance to my left and realize "wait a minute, where am I?" We live in downtown Toronto and have a great view but I'm not looking out at Toronto, this is a different city all together. This city, particularly the buildings to my left, are not buildings that I can reference. A feeling comes over me, I can locate this feeling in my body its in my stomach. I know these buildings are foreign and ancient all at once. I think to myself "is this home?" I can't begin to describe how beautiful they were the colours were enchanting, and they were tall with weird Symbols that were at the very top of all of these structures. I stand on the bed, grab my sheets with both hands as if steering myself, I lean forward towards these buildings while still standing on my bed. I eventually choose to come down and slowly and gently step off the bed. I am now sitting on the bed, the phone is ringing, so I pick it up. The caller ID says its my old work but I pick-up anyway and its my youngest brother asking me "what time you coming over for Christmas dinner". I'm a bit annoyed because not only do I not believe in Christmas but this year am particularly sick of the display that is involved in all of it. I say "I don't know what time, but don't worry I won't flake this year, I'll be there". I hang up the phone and the phone rings again, its my partner, I know this without answering. I then wake up.
My partner called while I was sleeping, my roomie's friend texted her this morning, and something tells me my brother Ben will definitely call. I can make sense of this dream especially in terms of what I'm feeling and going through. But I can't shake the buildings I saw, I can't shake that feeling of seeing a glimpse of "home". I know I'm not from Earth, but while I've researched other planets and beings I still haven't logically figured out where I'm from. I know this too shall come to me in time.