Gahh, what an unpleasant night. I woke up at 3:15 with the sense that something had gone horribly wrong. Ahh, postcognition! You know, the superpower where you know stuff has happened after it does and you witness it and people talk to you about it? Yah, great superpower there. I could maybe deal with being awakened in the night by a precognitive event, especially if it was a specific one. If I woke up at 3:15 a.m. thinking, "Must--stop--godfather--from taking the 101 to work--", and I had some reason to think that a) he does and b) something bad would actually happen and I could stop it, y'know, that'd be worth it. Text godfather, go back to sleep. But postcognition, no. Waking up with the sense that my grandfather has died, some of my other favorite people in the world have some really serious problems, and I've had debilitating vertigo for nearly two years--yah, thanks, brain, I think that revelation could actually have waited for morning. Actual morning. Which 3:15 is not despite the phrase "3:15 in the morning," which is more commonly pronounced, "3 $&%#@* 15 in the #$%&$*@ morning."
Which is why I was propped in the corner of the kitchen counters so I could rub the skin off previously-toasted hazelnuts at 4 a.m. without falling over. Because what else are you going to do at 4 a.m.? I mean, really. It's not like I had enough brain at that hour to think, "Oh, I'll just work on this story, then," and doing finger exercises on the piano was right out, and if I was too dizzy to sleep, I was too dizzy to deal with hot things, and therefore no baking at 4 a.m. for me.
I did eventually get back to sleep by the expedient of propping two of the (rather large) sofa pillows under my knees so that I could have dreams of being safely strapped in on a malfunctioning space station rather than bouncing around free like I usually am on malfunctioning space stations. This is good to know. Safely strapped in is way better. But if I am frankly not at my best today, you may blame postcognition and vertigo. Dammit.