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Diddle day, doodle day! Time goes by and flies away! What is where? And where is way? No one knows this diddle day!

Feeling like I'm wandering through a mirrored hall. Reflections of me scatter in the glass and spread everywhere. I see myself repeated. I can't tell which one is me in all of the repetitions. There are only multiples and never a single seed image. I am perplexed!

Dreamed last night that I was with a crowd of people. They were all dissidents of one stripe or another. I was speaking to them. They were clustered in groups at different tables. The hall was huge and there were hundreds of people there. I was telling them that they must keep on doing what they each were doing. That a resolution was imminent. That they should not lose momentum, but continue with their efforts--whatever they may be. The room was dark and shadowy, but the mood was up beat and hopeful. I seemed to know every person in the room.

CW dance class restarts tomorrow. Yeehaw! Time to dance! Let the good rain fall! Let it fall! Let it fall!