A triangle shape

I went to lay down and my ears were ringing very loudly. I fell asleep to some interesting hypnagogic images and strange concepts. It was about 1am. I was dreaming, but am unsure of what or for how long. I know that at about 2am the disabled man I work with overnight woke up and, as is his fashion, began breathing in and out of a harmonica and pacing the house. dream/ I wake in a bed on the floor just like I normally do. I am about to get up and use the bathroom when a co-worker of mine peeks into the room and tells me it is time to get up. My client, "D" likes to go for van rides first thing in the morning. Irritated, I tell her that it is way to early to take d on a ride, and that it is against protocol to be up interacting for anything other than basic needs during sleeping hours. This is established to keep d from demanding rides and other play interactions at all times of the night, increasing the possibility that he become violent if things do not go his way at 4 in the morning. My co-worker informs me she only does this as a reward a couple of times a week. We argue back and forth for a few minutes and I hear D putting his shoes on. Irritated further by the sound of velcro straps I tell her I am going to make myself food first and d is going to have to wait. I go outside and reach into the glove box inside the van and grab 2 cellophane wrapped whole wheat ham wraps. As I am walking back to the house I notice the facade looks like the front yard of the house I grew up in. D is running circles around things in the front yard and my co-worker is laughing. I comment that they should just keep doing this so I can go back to bed where I should be and walk into the house. I decide to go into the darkened utility room to prepare my food. I am planning on putting dressing on them, but as I open the wraps I realize that only 3 pieces of ham were on the wraps; no lettuce, tomato, nothing! Even more angry than before I start to put horseradish sauce and some funky cheese spread in a squirt bottle on the wraps. The cheese spread looks like someone took a block of cheddar and shoved it into the bottle and it began to break up. I begin wrapping the wraps in cellophane and they turn into triangle cut slices of cheddar and the sauce is all over my hands. I wrap them up tightly and hurry to the van in a terrible mood. 'It is too early for this shit' I think to myself. We ride around until almost sunrise in silence except for the harmonica. At some point I attempt to eat my saucy cheese slices but I cannot get them unwrapped. There is another long dream where I am at a car dealership complaining about their virus software advertising. Then I am running with an invisible partner through this crazy obstacle course. I fight some jerk in front of his friends and end up making him tap out to a sweet arm bar, and finally I get a ride in a truck to a place where my friends' stolen bikes are and take them to ABC bike shop, but the sun is just starting to rise and the shop is closed. I sit outside until the sun comes up and then wake for the day. I would write in more detail, but it is like 10 more pages and I just accidently erased my journal entry with those things in it is near entirety.