all of them to the other side

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I walk around in this really dazed state, where it feels as though I'm moving through a much thicker medium than air, until I'm allowed to get my REM sleep. Couldn't face trying to deal with the store in that condition, so I stripped and dove to my little mattress here in the basement, and, yipes! I had a two-hour nap, full of dreams.

It is the ancestral home so much of the time, even if it doesn't look exactly right, it's the place we lived in the longest as I was growing up. This time there was a very rickety rope bridge leading to and from it. I was leading a bunch of... well... let's just say people who needed leading across it, away from the house, to meet some threat or other that needed to be neutralized. I did that, and then turned back alone. I was thinking how odd it was that the rickety old bridge never seemed to get so rickety it didn't work, or that someone kept it at the proper functionality to confidently be able to traverse it, even though the pitfalls were fairly consequential.

But then I was out in the commercial world with a bunch of very, very elegant and petty ladies. I was not the leader. More like a gaping tourist, but I think there was an element of me being supposed to lead them somewhere. The problem was getting them to stop being sidetracked by such petty things. Two of them became embroiled in a duel of sarcasm over a lost item, and we were striding in our high heels down a breezeway lined with seats the whole time this spat was progressing. Finally, we stopped and one grabbed something off the chair where evidently they had been seated earlier. It was a digital camera belonging to the other, and it fit inside a perfume bottle case. She kept clicking pictures in a circle and each snap would release a burst of perfume. I woke up when a spritz blasted me in the face.

So now let's see if I can figure the rest of this day out before midnight. Maybe I'll answer Babs about transportation....