And I am now here by myself.<\/p>\n
Before I went to sleep, we raised a toast with the leftover champagne from his Sunday party.\u00c2\u00a0 I had less than half a glass, but on top of the other drugs I am on, I was nearly immediately woozy.\u00c2\u00a0 I slept harder than I have in months.\u00c2\u00a0 I woke up in the middle of the night to turn off the fans, and walked into more than one wall or piece of furniture.\u00c2\u00a0 Very deep, heavily drugged sleep.<\/p>\n
Today is the first transitional day to Fall.\u00c2\u00a0 Its not Fall yet, but it isn’t Summer anymore.\u00c2\u00a0 Last night I didn’t have to run the AC, and I even turned off the fans in the middle of the night and put on the duvet.<\/p>\n
So this morning it is twice as quiet.\u00c2\u00a0 No S, no whirring air.<\/p>\n
I woke up from a dream in which I was crying.\u00c2\u00a0 I was crying in the dream. I don’t think I was crying physically, though I woke up with all the emotions of crying.\u00c2\u00a0 The dream was an extended “I forgot to wear my clothes” dream.\u00c2\u00a0 As a teacher, these dreams happen to me.\u00c2\u00a0 Once I actually forgot my clothes, but that is a whole other story.\u00c2\u00a0 Usually I am not worried about being naked — I worry about the other people made uncomfortable by my nakedness. but this time I was worried, even though I did have underwear.<\/p>\n
In the dream I got into an argument with my father about underwear — this make no sense, b\/c it was a dream, but I think I was borrowing someone’s iPhone to watch a youtube video about underwear, and my father got angry because I he had ironed my underwear, and that was not enough, i had to go look at underwear too!\u00c2\u00a0 This, of course, makes no sense because my father doesn’t ever do my laundry, and i have never in my life had ironed underwear.\u00c2\u00a0 That might be fun.<\/p>\n
Somehow we were all outside, surrounding a school bus.\u00c2\u00a0 I was in the bus.\u00c2\u00a0 Everyone was outside.\u00c2\u00a0 I cursed angrily and threw my housekeys at the front window, which made a small chip or crack in the window, and walked out of the bus.\u00c2\u00a0 The outside turned into the tightest bend in the street that I grew up on, and I started walking through tall grass in the direction of my parents house.\u00c2\u00a0 Crying.\u00c2\u00a0 I was in front, but I could feel the presence of my brother walking with me, to my left and a pace behind me.\u00c2\u00a0 Some other people, who might have been friends or might have been relatives broke off from the group and started walking behind me.\u00c2\u00a0 I was still crying in the dream.\u00c2\u00a0 Then I woke up.<\/p>\n
I have a habit of having the most obvious dreams.\u00c2\u00a0 Really unsubtle…<\/p>\n
On top of all this, I think I’m getting sick again<\/p>\n
The good news is that I have started meditating again.\u00c2\u00a0 I’m going to a class w\/ O.\u00c2\u00a0 Its Yoga, not the kind I did before.\u00c2\u00a0 But close enough.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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