Sleeping is my latest hobby: after all, sleep is where I am a Viking. Rather than conquer territories far and wide, I had the not-so-difficult task of eliminating one letter from the alphabet. The answer was evident to me: Z. The English language can do without this letter. My alarm went off as soon as I declared the elimination of the letter Z. How fitting: it interrupted my ZZZs. This was okay, as it was already 9am.
The drugs I’ve been on for two months now list “insomnia” as a possible side effect. Contrary to this, I have been extra-groggy. I had two naps following my alphabet-culling dream. I slept in until 9 again this morning, and the preceding dream was about packing up for a move. I was in an unfamiliar house: everything was a mess, and people were starting to move boxes even though I hadn’t finished packing up. It was a stressful dream that I was glad to wake up from.
I was surprised to find my roomie was still home. When I settled on the couch with my breakfast, he informed me he was heading out to work soon for a packing program for an upcoming kayak trip. This was an odd coincidence.
An online analysis of this dream says:
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