Not tons to report today. Feeling a bit blue. I think it's a post-adrenaline crash after a difficult weekend. But, the sun is shining, my health is relatively decent, I have an abundance of love and support in my life. Things could definitely be worse.

I've been having really weird dreams lately. Almost every night for two weeks I've been dreaming about some kind of death. Sometimes it's physical, as in someone has broken into my home and means me harm. Sometimes it's way metaphorical. In the dreams I don't feel traumatized so much as I feel stimulated: stimulated to solve problems, puzzle out an escape, or merely by witnessing the events and ideas of the dream. I wake up tired.

Last night's dream involved being in China and an old high school friend who suffered from dislexia and has since gone on to become a psychologist. I haven't talked with her in more than 20 years. But, she was there.

Another night, a large man who was clearly not right in the head broke into my house looking for someone called "Mrs. Sanford". He was calling, over and over, "Mizz Sanford?! Mizz Sanford?! I came BACK Mizz Sanford!" The menace came from his size and gun coupled with his obviously low IQ. He was dangerous but not malicious.

Bee Czar.

I think I need to do some shamanic journeying to the upper world to see what I'm supposed to be getting from this. Clearly it's about somd kind of transformation.

Curiouser and curiouser.

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