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State of agitation continues. Can't seem to find a way to moderate what's going on. Feel tightly wound up like some kind of spring-loaded device. Don't know what's triggering this reaction, this state of being. Spent the day as if I were trudging up a steep incline. Finally, tonight, I'm settling down. It happened after I came home, got quiet, went for a walk around the neighborhood, and settled down with this computer to update my journal. Also helped to drink a protein drink.

Tomorrow will visit the chiropractor and the Power Healing class begins (assuming there are enough sign ups. In between, I'll be starting to prep for my trip later in the week. I bought a 7-day supplement case, but it's not big enough--too many pills each day to fit in the case's compartments. May have to get a 14-day and use the double compartments. Hmmm...

Just remembered that I had a thought about my agitation and wind-up tightnesses--Sitting too long in one place seems to exacerbate the sensations. The walk I took when I got home helped settle things down. Will look into that cross connection; watch things more carefully over the next few days.

Had an extensive set of dream segments last night. I was at a conference that was being attended by dozens of people. It was some kind of technology conference. There was a huge meeting hall where many attendees were assembling. I took part in some pre-conference activities that included riding in a plane that was put through a simulated crash. The plane was flying along and suddenly dipped, headed for a grove of trees, and landed safely just before hitting the trees. There was also another "scare" ride where an almost too real crash occurred.

I was asked to help with making one of the presentations. I rigged up some projection equipment and set up a set of images that would appear during the presentation. The dream had lots of other details and tiny scenes, most of which involved the conference itself and people's interactions.

I think I mentioned an author, James Purdy, and said something about his stories being too fictive. The author I meant to say this about is Ian MacLeod--not James Purdy. Sorry, James! The MacLeod book that prompted my reaction/statement was the story collection called Breathmoss. Don't know where I picked up Purdy's name and got it confounded with my criticisms. Oh, well!

Went to the local street fair today. L and I walked the entire fair. Saw two unique things--a set of photographs done at night with long exposures and where the photographer has "inserted" images using backlighting and spot exposures. They were extraordinary. You can see his work, called Spirit Shadows, at www.sheerentertainment.com. His name is Robert Kawika Sheer. Best thing I've seen at one of these fairs in quite some time.

Second thing--deep fried Twinkies--even chocolate with chocolate filling. Hmmm...