Strange dreams.

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Some of the dreams, interspersed with others, was of being lost, not knowing my name(s).  Some part of me couldn't remember who I was.  The other parts of me couldn't help.  We didn't know that one.  I dreamed that three or four times.  As if waking, confused, but having other parts of me aware to talk with that one.

As well, several times, I dreamed I was in an apartment?  Or more a small house.  I was having to figure out how to store things, and cutting down on buying.  I was getting better, and learning.  But it was still a bit of a trick.  In one episode, it was just me trying, like a squirrel, to fit things in, or decide what must go.  In another, my mother and one of her friends, were talking about my efforts as I worked.  They had stopped for coffee, and were advising me, while also talking as if I wasn't there.  Grownups always do that.  And, in the last episode (that I remember as different), the neighbor was helping get rid of some things.  Then we struck a bargain, to sell some things with a portioned split.

Then, in there, several times, were dreams of more high school reunions, or classmate interactions.  Questions, answers, thoughts, friendships, and realizations.  I suspect I do know who liked me, and how.  I read people fairly well by then.  Some of the women who were interested, knew I wasn't.  Some who I liked, but didn't fancy, also seemed interested.  My guy friends were honest, my enemies were known.  The rest had their own life and didn't much think about anyone else, one way or the other.  And, not much has changed.  But, this set of dreams, too, was interspersed with the others.

I have rarely dreamed so very much, and themed that well, intertwined like that.  I was having trouble sleeping.  Too warm, with a long sleeve t on, at first, then too cool, until I got the blankets right.  Then too warm again.  I almost had to get up at 22:00, but really pushed to stay in bed.  Removing the shirt helped.  Then sorting the blankets helped.  Until those things caused problems.  Feet out, finally, got me the last two hours of sleep.  If I then woke with feet sore from being cold!  Gah!

Oh, the other night?  When the light blew, was replaced, and as I dressed at the far end, and saw... something... it burst?  Later, when I was down here?  The back door had been slightly opened.  I thought, perhaps, someone had picked the lock, to get in.  But... that... isn't possible.  The screen door was still locked.  It was someone on the inside trying to get out.

Could I have failed to lock that door?  Shut it properly?  I have never had that happen before, and hadn't been out that door in days, or weeks.  So, probably not user error.  And, that it happened when the lights fritzed and the form moved... very... strange.  But I think it is real.  Ghosts haven't visited in a while.  I thought perhaps they had gone.  Maybe not.

It is 47 out there, and has been raining again.  I had the fan on, didn't hear it rain, or smell it.  It was 64/67 upstairs, and 67/68/68 down here, when I woke.  Up to 71 with the machine and myself putting out heat, near the machine.  I may have to shut the house up.  Trying to keep things around 70.

Having a bit of apple sauce, unsweetened.  One of the food items I added a case of to the larder.  Had to try them out.  I have something like that every other month or so.  I also obtained grapefruit portions, in four ounce cups.  Nothing fancy, just nice to have a bit of something different from time to time.

Some good prayers, the last few nights.  I was even able to meditate for a reasonable amount of time last night.  Well, and I have been trying to add prayers through the day.  Quiet little things, but heard none the less.  Prayer is as good for the constitution as food and water.  Later.