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Sunday with no sun today--just clouds and a bit of moisture. Slept in this morning--but finally arose and went to the Indian buffet for a warm hearty feast. Came home and napped--and will head for SB's and a hot latte in just a bit. Feeling cold today--and a bit shaky.

Only a little of the smoothness experienced Friday still remains--just wanting to bundle up and sleep today. Things that I could do--but don't necessarily want to do anything.

Don't recall any dreaming that I might have done last might--sleep was fragmented but seemed to be deep and still. No images or sensations come to mind now--only a blank spot in the night's recordings that didn't seem to involve and dreams.

Friday night, now, seems like a distant dream--I recall a few of the intense parts of the evening but it's all starting to become diffuse and murky. Sort of like my whole life--thousands of moments but no clear and explicit chains of memories. How did I manage to live this long in such a foggy state--with limited memories of things I've done and people I have known?

Dreaming the dream--that's what I've done. I've dreamt my way through all of these events--recording virtually none of it that is coherent and sticks together. Dream and dreamer have been merged so completely--that only very few bright points survived. The dream became the dreamer--the dreamer became the dream. What am I trying to say--I don't really know anymore or ever did? Getting close to latte time--and the spilling of warmth into my belly so I can keep on dreaming!