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Dreamless in Seattle. Well not in Seattle, but in my remembrance of my dreams. Recall the feel of the dreams--like they were very linear and shaped. They played out one after the other in sequence, unfolding naturally, and without any unusual events or scenes. There was one dream that almost came to mind, almost comes to mind even as I write, but it recedes and fades as well.

Got totally lost in Spanish class today. My brain felt clogged and filled up as if nothing more would penetrate. Dance class went better--less to absorb, especially with reviews.

Got a call from P today. She has been in touch with GH and they are talking. Glad to hear that that was happening. I believe GH will be helpful to P and her journey.

I filled out the BMR application. Will deliver it tomorrow (a day early even though that has no effect on the process).

Something from PH class last night keeps replaying in my thoughts--something about finding my joy, my happiness. I've lost sight of that essence over the past few years. I need some fun, some laughter, some respite from the continuous array of health-related issues I keep encountering. Time for a break. Time for some R&R and that doesn't refer to rumination and reflection.

Perhaps a move to another apartment is not the answer. Perhaps a different sort of move is in order, one that doesn't follow the predetermined path. It's late. I'm not thinking clearly. I believe I'll let the dream worlds give me an answer, a suggestion, a nudge. Let the dreamtimes roll.