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Week end ends! Rampant sleep-a-thon it was and still feel like sleeping more. Ate well and had ample foods.

Dreams on the past nights were detailed and literary. One had to do with a famous writer. He had taken twelve excerpts from something I had published and wove them into an overall story. I was immensely pleased that he had chosen my material to set the theme of each chapter in his book. I was wrestling with how best to thank him for the way he had showcased my thoughts. We were to be together at some kind of awards' ceremony and I was certain to see him there. I was telling a writer friend of my dilemma and soliciting his suggestions regarding what I should do. It was a pleasurable, pleasing dream.

In another dream, I was hurrying to get to a meeting with a man who didn't like people being late. I had my daughter with me and we were going through a bad part of the city. One of my tires went flat and I had to pull to the side of the street. I was fearful about leaving the car, but I was also fearful about being late and about sticking around until a tow truck would arrive. Finally, I grabbed a passing taxi and went to the meeting. When I got there, I mentioned that I had left my disabled vehicle and needed to go back that way to pick it up--assuming it hadn't already been jacked and stripped. The man I was meeting with said that it was clumsy of me to leave my car where I did. He was not pleased. Somehow, our discussions shifted to juggling. I happened to have a set of juggling balls in my brief case. I got them out and gave them to the man. He was pleased and started juggling. He offered to pay for the balls plus shipping costs. I told him it wasn't necessary. I could pick up another set at a local fun shop. He told me I'd better get back and see if I could retrieve my car. I left to do that.