Last night, I struggled to sleep. I had terrible dreams of wandering through a hotel resort, looking for people who had disappeared. I don’t know whether my stressed subconscious is in turmoil or the universe is attempting to warn me. One night, I dreamed I was leading my wife to safety through a road devastated by a natural disaster; we made it safely to a courtyard, and then she fell into a void because she misstepped where she was walking.
Lately, I have been having trouble recalling words. I should start taking Ginkobiloba.
Write Now and Later 