The nap was very weird. Around eight o'clock in the evening I was getting ready to fix something to eat when I suddenly found myself unable to keep my eyes open. I curled up on the bed but left the lights on, thinking I'd nap for an hour or two, but the nap stretched out past midnight. I woke several times, but still felt exhausted, so went back to sleep each time. Each time I woke I recalled dreaming dreams that were part of a world I began dreaming about not long after I first moved to Paradise in 1986. The setting is a place that resembles Paradise in many ways, but isn't. I'm always wandering through this not-quite-recognizable place looking for something or someone of somewhere I can't quite remember. They aren't really nightmares, but they aren't anything I'd call good dreams. The sleep around them is never what I'd call restful, either.
As I still feel tired, I'll probably be going back to sleep again soon, or trying to, but I hope there aren't any more of those dreams. It's supposed to be a bit warmer today. Sunday's weather was cool and quite pleasant, though for some reason I didn't really enjoy it. Something I can't identify is still bothering me. That's probably what triggered those dreams. Maybe I've got un-diagnosed brain covid. At this point there's probably nothing that would surprise me.
