(Friday, January 31, 2025)
Today I have a small memory of a dream where I sit up in bed and say, rather loudly, “I’m not dreaming.”
I am experiencing nothing more than tiny dream fragments since moving out of my upper bedroom and since Cullan and Hillary have separated. Lots of stress and sorrow. I am sleeping well, but I get up early (4 or 5 am) to not arouse Chris from his long morning sleep.