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did I say that I felt refreshed, rejuvenated, and generally ready to go? I was lying. I mostly feel like going back to sleep, but I'm going to fight that impulse. I had breakfast, read for a while, watched a bit of TV but turned it off. At the moment I am just... sitting here. Enjoying the quiet and the morning. Relaxing and snuggling under my blankets. (I was out of bed earlier, but I got back in!)
I had strange dreams last night that I forgot to mention when I first woke up. I don't remember all of them, but it had something to do with a large old house in the town where I spent a good deal of my childhood (this house has appeared in my dreams before, but it's never the same thing twice, and in reality is nothing like it is in my dreams, where it takes up a whole city block - it's just a large house). In my dreams last night, among many other things, my dad lived in the house, and I think my erstwhile stepmother or one of my uncles lived in the next apartment over. Through much of the dream that I can remember, it was the normal staying with my dad stuff, but at some point something else entered the dream, and there was a doll with a real baby inside it, and the sense that I had a younger brother and my dad had cut him into pieces, and more creepy serial killer stuff, and was living under an assumed name. My dad isn't a bad guy and I don't have major issues with him. I can see where parts of this came from (the forensic archaeology special I watched last night, the period when a relative lived under an assumed name, the fact that my dad has a huge windowless van from the 70s which I have jokingly called his "serial killer van", and so on). But it was distressing nonetheless... but it was NOT the kind of dream that ruins your day. I felt fine when I woke up. My kitty was snuggled against me and I felt fine.
So fine that if I didn't have other things I needed to do today, I would be going back to sleep right now!
I had strange dreams last night that I forgot to mention when I first woke up. I don't remember all of them, but it had something to do with a large old house in the town where I spent a good deal of my childhood (this house has appeared in my dreams before, but it's never the same thing twice, and in reality is nothing like it is in my dreams, where it takes up a whole city block - it's just a large house). In my dreams last night, among many other things, my dad lived in the house, and I think my erstwhile stepmother or one of my uncles lived in the next apartment over. Through much of the dream that I can remember, it was the normal staying with my dad stuff, but at some point something else entered the dream, and there was a doll with a real baby inside it, and the sense that I had a younger brother and my dad had cut him into pieces, and more creepy serial killer stuff, and was living under an assumed name. My dad isn't a bad guy and I don't have major issues with him. I can see where parts of this came from (the forensic archaeology special I watched last night, the period when a relative lived under an assumed name, the fact that my dad has a huge windowless van from the 70s which I have jokingly called his "serial killer van", and so on). But it was distressing nonetheless... but it was NOT the kind of dream that ruins your day. I felt fine when I woke up. My kitty was snuggled against me and I felt fine.
So fine that if I didn't have other things I needed to do today, I would be going back to sleep right now!