Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Breathing much better (not great, but I think I can talk now); still having trouble with dizziness and nausea.

This morning I dreamt that I moved to New Hampshire. Suddenly. Actually, I dreamt that I woke up in NH aware of having recently moved there but not sure exactly where I was or why. It must have been near the southern border of the state, because I decided that koshmom lived near enough for a quick visit (after a phone call to say I was coming).

I woke from that dream, but when I fell asleep I went right into a related one, which was a pattern for the rest of the morning. In the second dream, it turned out that wherever I had started the first dream was a temporary lodging until I found/built the house I was going to live in for real. And I tried to figure out how to attend band rehearsals in Maryland while living in New Hampshire.

In another dream, I was trying to obtain an Internet connection for my new place in NH. Then there was a dream in which Lina appeared (visiting NH to help a friend of hers I didn't know), and I had a long argument at a phone-company storefront that looked more like a lunch counter.

The next few dreams involved design and construction of an A-frame house, including asking keith_m043 and a hardware-store owner about what thickness of fiberglass insulation I needed for NH winters.

Somewhere in there was a dream about writing up the other dreams for my LiveJournal, and finding a started-but-never-posted entry in the file I usually compose entries in (that file actually contained my last non-QotD entry in real life when I woke up for real and started writing this entry).

Then came a dream about band practice -- I'm not sure exactly what band, but it was not one that usually did filk -- where the leader decided to introduce a bunch of fascinating tunes she'd recently discovered, and I was the only one already familiar with any of them. She'd passed out thick packets of photocopied filk music, including complete copies of Westerfilk and Westerfilk II, along with other, smaller filk books, and individual songs from here and there, all done up as one big stack with section dividers printed on two different weights (and tints) of blue card stock (which made it difficult to just fan the pages with my thumb while looking for titles, because several pages of normal paper wanted to follow a section divider in a clump). Without page numbers. And my copy was missing three songs, but without page numbers it took a while to verify that they were missing, not just scrambled. I think that was the last dream.

All in all, I woke up eight or nine times (not counting the times I dreamt I woke), managing to see what time it was before falling back asleep a couple of times. And in none of the dreams did I figure out why I had moved to New Hampshire so suddenly.