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I dreamed I was living in a cabin set in a wooded area. There were four mailboxes near the cabin and there were four mailboxes on the main road where the road to the cabin emerged. The mailboxes were numbered differently. For example, the ones on the main road were labeled 110A, 112B, 113C, and 114D. The boxes near the cabin were labeled 115E, 116F, 117G, and 118H.

It seemed that no matter which box was used, the mail still got delivered, ultimately, to the cabin. If a letter was put into one of the main road boxes, it would be transferred to one of the cabin boxes and then to the cabin. The same would happen if a piece of mail was placed in the cabin boxes--it too would be delivered to the cabin.

In the dream, I was talking to someone about the mail system and how it worked. As we talked, we walked down the main road, down a steep hill, into a town area. As we came into the town, there were a couple of people doing some form of photo shoot. There were two men, one with a camera and the other dressed in a cape and carrying an ornate staff. He was posing with the cape and staff. For some reason, the woman and I seemed to be getting in the men's way. I kept trying to move out of their way, but the woman seemed oblivious and kept standing around and blocking the men's movements.

The whole dream space was charged with an energy even during the awkward time at the photo shoot scene. The woman was an ex-wife and there was a sexual component to our interactions and conversations. The entire mail box segment was like a puzzle that seemed to make perfect sense to me.
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Had some shaking as I awoke, which continued until I went to the chiropractor and ate some breakfast. Shaking moderated somewhat after that. Feeling pretty good this morning; feel clear and awake. Letting go of the apartment hunt until I get more data on my state of health was a good move. A lot of stress was removed by making that decision. Let's me focus more on how I'm doing, what I'm doing, and so forth.

Noticed that trip to the beach was overall a good thing yesterday, but the driving was a bit stressful. Normally, that would not be the case, but it was so yesterday. I'm feeling like I'm on the edge of something, of things shifting in some way--it's a positive surge of energy. Perhaps brought into consciousness by the full moon. We shall see! Yes, we shall!

Walked downtown in order to move some and to get some sun. Came back and collapsed for a bit. Picked up my mail and there was some minor (very minor) good news--seems that the SS miscalculated my monthly stipend. I got a raise! A small amount, but a raise. With next year's cost of living increase, January check will be even slightly bigger. They're sending me a check for this year's arrears--a whole amount of $170! Whoopee!

Also got a short story from a friend of mine who just thought he'd try his hand at it. He's a natural story teller and the piece is quite good. I'm going to encourage him to submit it around. I think that it's publishable. Of course, reading it was bittersweet--made me think of everything I haven't written. Can't seem to pull my attention off of me and my health issues long enough to even outline a story idea. Have spent the last year in that mode. Have spent my whole life in some mode of almost starting, almost beginning to write. But, let's not go there (been there, am there, stay there).

Turkey day nearly upon us! It's a full moon tonight as all those turkey souls are released around the world. My days are filled with possibilities; my nights are filled with dreams.