Even if the last dream I had this morning was about me returning to fotomol to finish up my licentiate, and all the anxiety that that incorporates, I was well rested after the weekend. My legs were quick and responsive, my brain reasonably fast and my temper can be classified as calm. Over all a pretty good Monday, except for the dream that is. There are a lot of feelings that is buried there, feelings that I rather leave buried, and of course my brain thinks it is funny to throw them at me in a dream... When I am awake I can do something, but in my sleep I am defenseless.
Talking about dreams, I do wonder what the dream when I clean out my parents old refrigerator (and find a year old birthday cake) means.
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