You can sleep when you're dead!

Something must have happened with my body chemistry - my enthusiasm is boundless today.

Another sleepless night, but it was lovely outside this morning at 5:20. Overzealous birds, romantic shadows and streaks of clouds already lit by the sun. I was just fine.

I danced and skipped all the way from my car to the door of my building, inspiring an older lady to join me in my cavorting - she even took the stairs with me. She said, "Oooh, is it your first day as an intern?" Intern. INTERN?! "Not an intern," says I. "But you look so young," she replied. "You don't even look 20!"

:D

I miss the vivid dreams I used to have in high school and college, so I've been making a point to try to remember them upon waking. I used to regularly have dreams that would leave me sobbing or laughing or shaking or completely discombobulated; each one was special and strange and meaningful. I want them back. I didn't succeed last night even though I know I dreamed, but I did dream during yesterday's after-work nap...

I was waiting at D's mom's house for him to get there so we could go somewhere; his aunt was there too, but neither aunt nor mom nor house was correct. I just knew their identities and the location. I had some iced tea and watched while his mom powerwashed her car and a flying scooter. Yes folks, a flying scooter. I knew it was a flying scooter the same way I knew that the two strange women were his mom and aunt.

Private dance lesson tonight?

See addition to yesterday's post below. This is my journal, but I am not my words.