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It's 95 at 5pm and climbing still. These 40 degree swings every 24 hours make for turbulent times. I just want to hunker down and sleep or try to do so given the variations.

I dreamed an elaborate dream last night. I was in some kind of initiation ritual. I had been invited there by a friend of mine--he had suggested that do the ritual together. I had heard vague talk about the rituals and what they might entail. There were stories of people being beaten, forced to do odious things, and even that some had been killed during the procedures. I wasn't sure why it would be of value to go through the process, but my friend assured me that it would be worthwhile, in the end.

The dream scene shifted from me talking with my friend to us being in the middle of the ritual. It was dark. There were fires burning along the border of the field we were on. My friend and I were standing side-by-side and there were bright lights shining on us. We could not see the others. They appeared as misty shapes at the edges of the field. Voices would address us with questions from every side. We were asked about a lot of things--what we liked, didn't like, was afraid of, and so on. We were interrogated for what seemed like hours. I awoke as the ritual continued--there seemed to be no logical ending to it all.

The week ends--or begins to do so. It is muggy and warm--I feel dazed and groggy.