I couldn’t function properly for two days in a row because of the heat. Today I found my ventilator. It is standing next to my computer! But I used it as a stand for my headphone so I didn’t think twice about it. I found it and I am using it. Really, really nice! The cool air is blowing toward my torso, head, and hands. Yes!
Now, the only thing is to avoid setting the place on fire because I am smoking while writing, with the air streaming toward my cigarette.
I must be a sort of a klutz.
I am still a bit hazy about a dream I had last night while having trouble sleeping because of the heat. I met a lovely man and we were walking and talking through a nice landscape. Suddenly, when we stood upon a hilly slope the mood changed and in a whirl I watched him pointing a shotgun toward my knees. I ran for my life and had trouble navigating through small lanes and places I had never been before. But I shook him off.
What the heck?
What was creepy was the sudden mood change of the dream. And of course the strange take of events. I felt a little sad when I woke up because he was a nice man and we had a good vibe between us, why the change is a complete mystery.
What does it mean? I have no idea.
Probably indigestion of some sort.
I have a very thick book on dreams: Ten thousand dreams explained. Perhaps I should look into it. If only it wasn’t that hot!
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