April 29, 2004
I don't remember my dreams lately. Scientists who study this stuff say we dream every night, so I must not be awake enough to remember them. For several weeks, from the moment my head hits the pillow, I am dead to the world, including the cats, until the alarm clock starts. This apparent deep sleep is rather disconcerting, as I am quite used to my rather peculiar dreams, although everyone thinks their dreams peculiar, it is the nature of dreams. I often am able to get some useful insights from my dreams. Perhaps they have been held back by mercury retrograde.