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Spent today (Sunday) putting things in order for the colonoscopy this coming week. Seems that I have to start on Tuesday (watching what I eat), fasting and eliminating on Wednesday, and continue to fast up until the procedure is done on Thursday.

I hit the gym both yesterday and today--and will do the same in the morrow. Then dance on Tuesday. eliminate on Wednesday, and procedure on Thursday. Piece of cake--not really--can't do cake along with a lot of other things.

I had a wild set of dreams--mostly last night. The dreams, I believe, were triggered by a question that my ex sent to me. She wanted to know the date when she had workshop with a well-known relationship person--Virginia Satir. I sent my ex some bracketing dates that would help her zero in on the date she was looking for. I think that my trying to resurrect those times and events sent my subconscious to work. I dreamed about finding a lot of items in a storage unit that were related to those times and events. I had boxes of film negative sheets that had images and other materials imprinted on the sheets.

When I held the sheets up to the lights, I could see what was on the sheets. There were images of old work spaces from those times, screen captures, art work images and the entire history of those times recorded on the films. In the dream, I was going through the film collection with the grandkid--I was showing her what I had once done and created.

That dream segued into me recalling all of the poems/song lyrics that I've written--not a lot of stuff but 5 pieces. As I half-slept, I remembered word-for-word all of these pieces. When I awoke, I checked my StarThrower site to see what I had recorded there. I found the poems Vigil and Dream Ships. I also found the song lyrics 100 Miles or More to Tuscaloosa and Biggersville Cemetery. A third set of lyrics, Hey Joe, were not recorded in the site, but I recalled them as I awoke.

Oh, yes! In trying to recollect any memories that involved Virginia Satir, I had the strongest sensation of walking somewhere with her and being hugged by her. The hug and the memory of being hugged were very tactile.

As I said--it was a wild night of dreams! I'll put the Hey Joe lyrics in the StarThrower site where the other poems/lyrics are posted. Dream on!