This morning, I dreamed that I was getting married. Lis was here and she was all excited because my fiance was in the house of the Duke of Norfolk and would be the next in line to the throne of Britain. He was an Indian guy. I was sitting in the bathroom at Dimon Street, enthroned, shall we say. In this bathroom, there was also Tony's mom, or she was supposed to be. I honestly wouldn't know Tony's mom if I met her on the street. Also, my mom and this guy. I was talking to Tony's mom, then I looked at this guy and he did something that Tony does and I woke up feeling like I wanted to cry, because I couldn't marry this guy. He might do the same things that Tony does, but he's not Tony and that makes all the difference.
It was the first morning in a long time that I've wanted to stay in bed and go back to sleep. Usually my brain turns on and that's the end of that. It might be because I actually got sleep 10:30-6:45. Quite a bit more sleep than I've gotten lately. I'm taking a natural sleep aid, a take-off on melatonin, which gets me to sleep, but I have a hard time staying asleep.
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