Everything Day Logs
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I sleep clutching a rosary
, sometimes falling asleep with a prayer
on my lips; sometimes I fall asleep
- at least I think so - and "wake up" 30-45 minutes later wondering if I've slept at all. And when I have "normal" sleep
, I don't recall any dreams I may have had. These last few days, I've been having dreams
again, dreams that stick with me upon waking. So, as best I can (memory
can't possibly capture the richness of dreamland
), I'll add (just this once!) to the dream log
s, which were the things that prompted me
last week to ponder the recent absence of memorable trips to dreamland.
I've also found an etext; I was reminded of it both by an old song I started spontaneously singing, and, later, by a quotation from the book in one of Sainte-Therese's letters to a sister. Sometimes a dream is just a dream; sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence, but I've been having far too many of these lately to shrug them
drools over such eye candy annoyances. I wish I were in Montreal right now, just so I could not watch Canal Z.
I've joined the international stress test of WKCR's new audio streaming server. Poor little box - it won't last the month.