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Dreamed last night a pair of dreams. One had to do with a classroom. It was a poetry class and I had already made copies of my latest poem and distributed it to the class. I had done this in a previous dream. So, in this dream I was submitting a second poem. The instructor seemed to be out of it. He would stick his head in the door, make some random comments, and then leave. I wasn't to sure why I went to the class since the instructor was so weird. I seemed to need the credits so I kept coming back.

In a second dream, I was jogging with a group of men along a levee. We were trying to reach some place before it got too dark to keep running. We came to a split in the trail. I was certain that we could make the destination by taking an upper path. Some others elected to take a lower path. We split up and continued along our chosen routes.

Began a new book with GH today--Disaster is My God--a biographical novel about Rimbaud. We made it through a long prologue that sets the stage of the novel. It's intriguing material. Just hope the author doesn't try to out-Rimbaud Rimbaud. His writing style seems a bit ornate. We shall see.

PD dance and weight training tomorrow! Great! The long weekend left me listless!