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Sleep and dreams! How the time goes by--seamlessly when built of dreamscapes and endless hours.

Dreamed last night that I was in a tropical place. It was an island with steep cliffs that dropped downward into the sea. There were small huts scattered down the hill sides. Dirt paths connected all of the buildings in a maze-like pattern. People could be seen walking the paths, moving from building to building or going all the way down to the beach and the turbulent sea. Periodically, all of the people in the huts would climb up the paths and gather at a larger hut at the top of the cliffs. There they would wait in lines for packets of food to be distributed. Each group (or pair) of people would receive a large food bundle filled with warm, freshly-cooked meals. They would gather up their bundles and return to their huts to eat. I was in charge of the place and did the cooking of the meals. People were dressed lightly. The weather was warm and tropical, with occasional light showers. There was a curious lack of sound about the entire location. People talked little, and made no noise as they moved about. It was a dream of anticipation--of waiting--of expecting things to unfold.

Dance/movement class restart tomorrow. Looking forward to moving some and shaking off the cobwebs. Time to move my feet (and legs, and everything)! Move on, move on, move on!