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Did an RSB class yesterday--and lots of computer stuff. I wanted to scan in some blank medical forms--and get them changed into PDF files that can be edited directly. I also wanted to get another flash drive--so I could have a backup of certain files not just in the cloud. With lots of restarts, I made it through this crazy task--and also did a good RSB in the morning.

The computer work only emphasizes how much my brain is not doing anymore--I went through a wacky set of dances to finally get my TurboTax up and running. I got lost in a password maze which I have created and cannot remember easily. Anyway, I muddled through and got some things done--there's more to do of course.

I had a series of dreams over the past few nights--very realistic about things and people that I know (or once had known). One dream involved my daughter's son--and my granddaughter's best friend who has an inoperable brain tumor. The two boys were with me about to go on a camping trip--it was a wilderness trek which was pretty advanced for the two boys. When I came to the meeting place--I was told that I had to go back for something or someone. I asked what about the two boys--and was told that I could go back and the boys would stay in the camp. I expressed my concern that they didn't know anyone there--and to leave them overnight in a strange place was not going to happen. I was told that that was the decision that had been made--and I would follow it. I told everyone to kiss off--and I got the two boys and left to go back home.

A second dream had me in a boat--with the two boys. We were paddling across a body of water--and there were other kids in the water trying to capsize the boat. At one point, I was fighting off the boarders--and I swung hard and hit one of them. I awoke as I lashed out--and nearly fell out of the bed.

A third dream had me visiting a place where I used to live--in Palo Alto. The place had changed a lot--but also was still quite the same. I was with a few people I had known before--including one lady friend. We walked around the area--and settled in an open air cafe where we used to gather. Some confusion arose as to where we were going to meet some others--I ended up sitting by myself in the cafe--with all of the serving staff slowly getting more and more rowdy. I felt uncomfortable--and got up and left even though I knew I'd not meet the others.

I'm sort of muddy today--feeling thick and heavy. It's really quiet here today--BH is at work, MD is sleeping away the hours, daughter is also resting, while grandson hasn't been heard much, yet. The weather is beautiful--almost like a sprint day with bright skies and warm sun.

I do an RSB session tomorrow--and Drip #4 on Tuesday. Then comes the branching point--as to what to do next with the NHL. I think the lump as shrunk some--but not as much as I had hoped.

I'm drinking a V8 as I post--hoping that a bit of caffeine will wake me up. We shall see--said the blind man.