i can’t sleep anymore, though i still feel a bit queasy. my recuperative napping was filled with bizarre, unconnected images that didn’t make any sense. in one dream i was sleeping in my parents’ old waterbed. this was something i would do when i was a kid and i was sick. i’d crawl into their bed and sleep, somehow it always made me feel better. in my dream i was just waking from some strange dream when i saw a mouse in one of the decorative teacups/candleholders they had on the wall above their bed. but it wasn’t a mouse because the legs were too long, it was an itty, bitty monkey/cat thing roughly the size of a mouse, and it scared the piss out of me. i watched it climb a cobweb to get to the next candleholder.

i also dreamt that the TTHM was sending me e-mails and instead of reading them on a computer, i would see them posted on the side of a bridge that i could see out my office window. the said things like “you are fixed, fixed, fixed” and they made me happy.