Strange dreams

Less than two hours after I went to bed I was woken by a dream, thinking it was morning.  Which was irksome.
What little I now remember about the dream is that involved Firmin and someone who was simultaneously both Ana and Sophia trying to make me go to a New Years camping trip in a blizzard.  It also involved something to do with the film industry ruining lakeside house prices in what might have been Queenstown but was also sort of Wellington.

A few hours later I was woken again by an old dream, one that I have had since a teenager in which my dream persona remains pretty much as it was as a teenager.  It is a dream in a hospital built in a tall narrow hexagonal cylinder of a building with elevators that have claustrophobic dimensions and short narrow doorways that even a teenager would find too small.  Involving being late to an appointment on a floor that required changing elevators multiple time to get to, all of which were terrifying and uncomfortable.

Because dreams.

And I needed the sleep.  After Saturday night when, either by all the walking or the alcohol fighting with my meds, I was kept awake much of the night with muscle cramps that left me pretty much crippled with muscle fatigue all yesterday.  So all yesterday involved for me was watching the second season of The Umbrella Academy.