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Went to PD dance class today. Gimpy left leg worked well. The dance session was emotionally moving. There's something about a room full of people struggling with all manner of issues who start to move and dance anyway. There is a feeling of closeness that doesn't happen with the regular exercise classes. I came away feeling loose and uplifted.

I came back home and fell asleep in my chair. I just put my head back and I went out like a light.

Dreamed last night about being with my second son. We were in some kind of facility--like a jail or a hospital. He was being looked at by a group of people in white coats. He was holding one of the cardboard boxes that have appeared in several of my recent dreams. The people in white coats were looking into his box and making notes. We ended up being scrutinized by several of these people in white coats. When it was over, they seemed satisfied with what they had observed and we were free to leave.

The dream was dark and shadowy--not very pleasant.

At the PD dance class, someone asked me for information about the Rosen Method movement classes. I remembered that I had some information with me, in my truck. I told her that I'd run down at the break and get the papers. Everyone in the circle reacted to my choice of words--running down. I realized that they all had considerations about their abilities to run. I also realized that I don't have those considerations--I still think of myself as someone who can "run" someplace (not limp, or shuffle, or walk slowly, or struggle). We all laughed but I felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over me. Yes, I still can run!