Up with the first alarm.

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Down at 17:00, awake first time at midnight.  I hadn't set the alarms as I was sure I would be awake earlier.  But that was too early, if more because of business hours than need for sleep.  Although that was a bit tight on sleep.  Just a bit.  I always have problems waking later after a really good wake though.  So I set the alarms.

Three strange dreams, if only two are remembered.
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In the first, I was observing the life of a young woman in England during the reign of one of the earlier queens.  I just couldn't figure out which one.  It was as if that information was being kept from me.  She was nobility, married to another, an officer in the military, off somewhere in one of the many British exploits.

She had just found out she was pregnant.  But the world seemed to have just turned against her.  From her doctor to family and personal friends she had stopped being in favor.  When they couldn't escape her company, their cruelty was terrible, and just when she needed them most.  Her family, while they still loved her, seemed resigned to her ill fate.

She realized something awful had happened.  She simply had no idea what.  Had her husband done something unforgivable?  Had she made a greater noble angry?  She had only ever and just been in the queens presence twice, from afar.  She began to inquire.

It was the queen.  For whatever reason the queen had taken a dislike, then uttered that she, the young woman, would be better off dead.  And that was that.  With a casual scant sentence, her death sentence had been given.  It seems no reprieve for being with child would be granted.  But why?  Because she was queen and said so.

She realized, if she didn't die soon, her husband and birth kin would begin to pay.  Her friends might already be suffering.  So she began willing herself to death.  Without suicide, but with a fierce will, her and her unborn baby were dead within months.  It really seemed true.  Anyone who ever thinks royalty and nobility is the way is a fool.  The nobility did similar to peasants.
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In the next dream I seemed to stumble through life.  Visiting family, travelling, doing some work including with a chainsaw.  As well, parachuting... if I had to have the parachute thrown to me out of the plane.  How do you forget a parachute?  The main problem is that I was naked.  I just couldn't find clothes.

The majority of the dream was seeking clothes.  I wasn't ashamed, mostly just annoyed.  Finally, visiting my mom, hoping she had some of my clothes, she had a stack of clean clothes, underwear, socks, jeans, a shirt or two, all of it, freshly cleaned, ready to go.
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There was a short dream between those.  I was sure I would remember that one.  Nope!
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Still not feeling well this morning.  I can't say what is wrong.  Sometimes it feels like the flu, sometimes it feels like I was a seal pup on fur gathering day, sometimes both.  And I haven't even really waken enough to sort things out yet.  Fresh tea is going.  A handful of aspirin will be going down as well.  Later.