I tell myself that I need to write more often — even sit down every day and make an entry of some sort. It’s a good idea, but I haven’t been following through. Part of the reason is that I can’t come up with anything to write about. My life has been rather mundane recently. I go to work, I come home, I read, watch downloaded television shows, or play mindless computer games. I’m even boring myself, which is pretty bad.

However, yesterday morning I had something happen that was unusual. Since I haven’t been sleeping enough recently, I decided to spend the morning in bed. I would doze off, have some sort of a dream, and wake up about 20 minutes later. This went on all morning, with an array of dreams that ranged from semi-normal to rather odd. Since I rarely wake up remembering a dream, having memories of several was distinctly unusual. I didn’t write any of them down, so I can’t recall any of them now, but I remember them happening. Maybe that was good for me.