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Sunday, fund day, fun day, pun day, gun day, run day, and more! I had thought about getting up early this morning and going to Panera's for breakfast. After some gyrations, I ended up there for lunch.

I had a pair of dreams last night that were somewhat surreal. In one dream, I was in a large meeting room with a number of seated people. We were listening to a speaker who was delivering a dense speech about our attitudes and possibilities. It was like an indoctrination speech that would be delivered to people who might join the cult that was sponsoring the event. The odd part was that the speaker and the speech were not trying to hide what they were doing--they were constantly referring to what they were about and why we shouldn't join their movement.

In a second part of the dream, we were in smaller groups. We were given slips of paper with a paragraph of text that we were to stand up and read. The hitch was that we had to stand on our chair when we delivered the message. Another hitch, which didn't become obvious until we listened to the first few readers, was that the messages didn't make any kind of sense. No matter how you tried to inflect the words or build up units of meaning, the result was the same--you sounded like you were mouthing gibberish.

Both of these dreams seemed quite lengthy and went on and on for some time.

I've been logy/foggy all day so far. I ended up eating something solid only at lunch, which threw off my morning--especially when I only had a bear claw with my morning latte. After lunch, I napped for a couple of hours but awoke still not feeling 100%. I wonder if I'll ever feel 100% again? Isn't looking like that is going to happen without some kind of intervention (magical, spiritual, or otherwise). Sleep helps some--helps restore some of the balance. Dancing also helps. But nothing maintains or sustains! Tomorrow is a national holiday--MLK's celebration. Yeah, yeah, MLK!