I know my dreams generally bore others; so won't describe them. Just note that last night was full of dreams of cleaning and clearing out, of moving forward and fixing broken things that are impeding progress.
There was also some point where I was composing poetry... not sure if I was awake or asleep at that point. Quite maudlin poetry, probably best it was never written down.
Still, while I didn't actually sleep well, kind of an up and peppy dreamscape, which really doesn't match my waking mood. Maybe my subconscious is trying to give me a mental kick in the pants.
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