I dreamt I was flying, but not very high off the ground. It was the closest to reality dream I have ever had. I could have been on ice sliding it was that close to the ground, but definately the same free and easy glide I got from higher flying dreams when younger.
It really pays to go to bed early (10.30pm), have dinner between ^ and 7pm and tidy the bedroom.
I also did new ballet beginners exercise which was about learning a routine. Wow, I felt good, so good I awoke at 5pm, had to go back to sleep though. Shame the day got worse, especially taking the mess back up to the loft at my parents going up steep ladder with heavy boxes.
Bed time after 11pm starts to degrade in quality and after 1 to 1:30pm is pure punishment for at least the next day. The effects are a lot like a hangover that gets WORSE the day goes on.
It's 2pm now because I did nothing out and about, felt tired with withdrawn feelings, so watched TV since 6pm. I seem to fail on Day off from work - too much free will I suppose, no time restrictions etc.
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