Day 9.1

At the risk of this turning into an dream diary (though I maintain that the quality of the dreams is somehow relevant), I had a dream involving a frozen swimming pool and acrylic paint. There was apparently an auction being held in a toolshed in the wilderness, and the two most eye-catching items involved were large canvasses done in acrylic. (They also happened to be the work of a college friend of mine, who, as far as I know, does not paint in real life.) Now, this little whitewashed shed doubled as a locker room for people who used the swimming hole not far away. I'm not sure what happened, but at some point, there were Asian ladies in bright floral print swimsuits climbing up the shelves of the toolshed, and the paintings were thrown into the water, which then promptly froze over, to prevent us from retrieving them. And then it rained packing peanuts. Indoors.

I woke from this dream rather groggy, and understandably a tad disoriented. (Wait... where'd the styrofoam bits go?) I was at about 75% for ten minutes or so, but now am at 90-95%. It appears that it takes ten to fifteen minutes for me to "recover" from a nap (that is, to get myself up and running at my maximum capacity for that block). If I don't recover by the twenty minute mark, then I spend that block running half-empty, or worse.

We depart for ski trip tomorrow afternoon. Here's to hoping it doesn't destroy my schedule!