Dreams and Not
First dream I remember from last night involved Donna, but in kind of a secondary role. My dad was in it also, but he was missing his left hand. I don’t know what that was about.
Followed by a transition-less awakening, and day-dreaming (at night, I know, yes) about talking to Donna and just saying hello; being reasonable about things. Something I’ve already decided I’m incapable of.
Fell back to sleep and had another dream, this one with an old coworker I haven’t seen in years, but he was missing his left arm from above the elbow. (In the dream.)
Although these weren’t particularly memorable, I tend to have more memorable dreams after I’ve been drinking.