I woke up this morning and stayed up. It’s almost noon and instead of sleeping back to back. My dreams over the last week have been vast and elaborate. They somehow got linked to duty and dreaming was a part of a mechanism. I felt ok to be sleeping as a day job. No guilt.
That isn’t fully true. I had some guilt, but it went away when I’d go back to sleep. Some dreams lasted through episodes ND others came and went but many were very real. I like when my dreams are real. It’s funny when I dream inside my dreams.
There are important things to ignore. My room still has unidentified shit smell in addition to my horrid body odour. All my clothes are moist and have the same stench embers so deep in the fibers I suspect I’ll have to throw most of them out and eventually buy new ones. Not a plan during this period without a washing machine.
Two things would help. Three would be ideal. A shower, clean clothes and a cool air environment. I’m having difficulty dealing with life without. Cool clean less smelly air would make a huge impact.
I have several projects to work on but not being able to feel and smell clean air.