Of dreams and not dreams.

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You may be pleased and unsurprised to know I survived the dentist. Well, the hygienist, which is, as I noted to her yesterday, a tougher word to spell. I never quite get it right, but here in the 21st century we have spell check.

Long live spell check.

It’s just one of those things you have to do whether you like it or not, because having teeth is nice.

And last night I went to bed super, super early, got up relatively early today, but got the length of sleep that most people would call “normal,” though I don’t know many who really do get that much sleep. And with that sleep came very intense dreams.

Here’s the the thing about them. I don’t remember what happened at all. Not even a glimpse, really, I only know that when I woke up, I’d been somewhere very far away leading an entirely different existence.

I always find that so strange, how there can be an entire universe that simply vanishes when you open your eyes. No trace of it remaining, but that sense of it being solid lingers.

Very weird.

So I’m venturing into my Tuesday not entirely sure of where I’ve been, only that that place isn’t here, not in any meaningful way, anyhow.

Have an amazing Tuesday.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

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