I had another odd dream last night, not necessarily odd in its content, but odd in the fact that I once again started doing things while still asleep.
This one at 4 AM made it seem necessary that I clean my room--tidy tidy. I don't remember why or anything that was happening in my dream but I awoke as I was sorting out papers into the trash can.
I saw I had picked up all of my books from around my bed (about nine books that I've wanted to start or started or re-started or half-way finished or fully finished but want to linger over for a bit longer) and had beautifully stacked them in descending size on the chair next to my bed. I suppose this is good as the likes of Homer, Fitzgerald and Widler don't belong on the floor, constantly underfoot like some gentleman's magazine at a house of ill repute.
Today I found my "saved papers" on my dresser, half way across the room. They were all papers of importance or with notes on them. Surprising I was able to make cognitive decisions and still remain asleep. Hmm...maybe I can use this talent. Must look into that.
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