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More dreams tonight. Very cool ones. I've dreamed two nights in a row, I think, about breaking out of some kind of prison or asylum. Doesn't take a genius to figure out where that imagery is coming from after the play I was in. Also fairly clear to me is what that's saying about my life. My life is good at the moment. Lat time I got out of a second floor window with a rope. This time I used the same window, but I had wings. I've never dreamed about having wings before that I remember. It was awesome.

There were a couple people with me both times. I'm not sure what they meant. Maybe it's just representative of my friends. Also of note, one of the janitor type guys in the facility who bumped into us getting ready at the window and went to get help seemed to me to be one of the professors at UW Parkside. One who's a really nice guy. The subconscious is odd sometimes. Well, maybe I'll figure that one out later. No biggie. I'm happy. I've gotten up so nice and early this week too, gotten to work early, got stuff done... I have much more energy these days.