Strange Dreams

Last night I did not sleep very well, mostly (I think) due to the fact that I went from working rather intensely on something to going bed without much decompression (normally I try to get a half an hour of light fiction (Rumpole, Don Camillo, Ian Shoales, etc.) reading in to keep this sort of thing from happening). As a result I dreamt about the project all night, but not in really helpful ways. Instead I had dreams of things that were supposed to be relevant to the project, but were not at all, so that when I woke up (which seemed to be every half hour) I was just scratching my head with "huh?!? How is that supposed to make sense?" Then back to sleep only to have the same sort of thing pop back in my head.

Of course I had to get up to get Amalia to Italian school, so I didn't do the logical thing, which would have been to get up, work on the project for an hour, then do a half hour of light fiction reading. Instead I turned on the radio to the classical music station.

So, then my dreams turned to harpsichord playing, complete with the sort of anxiety dreams that plagued me in college: I sit down at the instrument at a concert only to find it completely out of tune, with one of the jacks stuck. I ask to borrow a tuning fork, which turns out to be some strange mobile-like contraption that takes too long to get a good pitch out of, then I forget how to tune the thing.

Radio OFF!

Another silly dream about walking around in the museum and leaving bookmarks on the floor of galleries that are useful to the project (huh?!?), and I wake up twenty minutes before I have to.

Amalia is part shark. She sniffs blood, and can tell when her potential prey is weak. Naturally today is when we have to have a complete meltdown at the end of Italian class! Yippee!

I have a headache. Don't expect any great blog posts today (not that you do anyway, but especially don't go looking for insights and analysis).

I WANT MY NAP!!!