It’s early—before dawn. My mind has been working for a while, even before wakening. Dreams of work. Those dreams of logic and process that don’t quite make sense but almost make sense so I obsessively return to the start and replay the sequence to make it work better and it doesn’t so I return to the start . . . .
All while telling myself, in dream state, that I will remember this when I wake up and it’s all extremely valuable. Which of course it’s not. It’s just a fever dream without the fever.
I get these dreams when I have work pressure. This one is about a current project.
So my mind is cranking and I awaken and there is no going back to sleep.
A bite to eat, early. Let it settle for a couple of hours, then run.
See how the rest of the day turns out. I have Plans.