Day 10.1

Before I forget, I must warn you that there will be no internet access in the ski cabin, ergo, I won't be posting for the weekend. Just so you know I haven't died or anything. I'll "blog" into a text file, and back-date them when I get back to the dorm.

It seems that I have a part of one block a day where I turn into this lethargic zombie-creature. Today it was the middle of the morning block. A lot of times, it's the end of the dawn block or the beginning of the morning block. Is this just my body bucking the last vestiges of its practically non-existent circadian rhythm, I wonder?

I had a semi-lucid dream this time! Of course, I've learned to be suspicious of any dream that involves flying. It's strange -- I'm willing to accept most dream-logic when dreaming, but flying has been a recurring dream, so much so that I can almost subconsciously recognize it as a dream. It involves sort of swimming through the air (though nothing quite as vigorous as, say, a freestyle stroke). I dreamt that a friend of mine from home lived in a creepy, dinghy apartment building, the top floor of which was a museum. She happened to be the curator, by the sole coincidence of living on the correct floor. The elevator was one of those hand-crank types with a folding grille, and I recall bobbing up and down therein, while it was stuck. I had to catch my flight across the country -- I was going back to college, it seems -- and having tea one last time before I went. I discovered I lost my passport somewhere along the way (possibly while flying up an escalator). I managed to sort of tell my dream-self where in the suitcase I usually keep it in real life, but when we looked, it wasn't there. I remember flying through a series of tunnels and bridges to get back to the museum-house to look for said document, and ending up in the roof garden, where I observed two of my friends in a heated dispute over a parking ticket. I never did find out what happened to my passport, though I believe the official explanation at the airport was that one of the museum artifacts ate it.