Last nights sleep was sporadic, and not good. I dreamt of freight elevators. Dreamt of dogs and cats fighting. I dreamt of conspiracy. Closed in rooms. Dark clouds. And i wasn't in a bad mood when I laid down.
huh. I think I need a nap. And its only 9:30 am.
A journal of the images and stories that come from slumber land.
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