From last night I remember two long blocks of dreaming. Memories from the first one vanished as soon as I got up to let the cat out. I remember it was nice though. Nothing irritating, frustrating or really weird.

Second block of dreaming, between 5.30 a.m. and 7.30 a.m., continued my two last nights' dreaming about old friends. Tonight it felt like saying farewell to some of them, although there were no explicit goodbyes. It was a good feeling; strange coincidents with people I rarely see just walking into "the scene". I guess all this has to do with my thinking a lot about emigrating and stuff during the days.