Waking for short bits.

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Sleeping for long spells.  I kept hoping for a better waking.

Dreaming, for a very long time.  In a cave, picking up three things at a time, putting them each into a separate receptacle.  From doing that, I would receive some odd, often useless, item.  It seemed as if that dream went on for many hours.  I would wake, and be grateful the dream was over.  Only to have it return even before I was truly back to sleep.  I could not escape the dream!  

I know I woke several times.  All the way to being able to sit up and drink water.  I started out with two large water bottles up there, as the fan was making sleep much better, but required more water.  I ended up, with just a good sip each time I woke, drinking nearly 60 ounces, or more.  Dream speaking, I think, often.  But not always.  So tired.

Finally, the dreams changed.  I dreamed of getting into the attic so as to remove wasp nests.  Not only did that break the old dream cycle which had become a nightmare of sorts, I think I may, finally, have gotten actual rest in my sleep, after week or months of sleep being shallow and not offering real rest.  Plus, I feel alive.  Even in the dream, I felt... almost good.

I don't know if that will transfer to my wake cycle.  But I am hoping to wrangle a bit of work today.  I still am sore.  Shoulders, neck if just the muscles in them... for now.  Perhaps a bit in the midsection, but not a terrible hurt as has been mostly the case, recently.

For now, though, I will just try to more fully wake just here at the machine.  I have been praying, at bedtime, when I woke for just a sip, and when I would wake in the morning, that God help me get back to work.  I am shaking, often, from exhaustion and pain.  Work just hasn't been possible.  It may or may not be, even yet.  But I think I might be heading that way.

If I can eat, even bad food, that might help.  Doing my best.  Later.