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Okay, I'm only posting this here because I'm sure it means something, and I've spent all day trying to figure it out.

I am traveling down a railroad track near the family cabin. Something happens, but I don't know what it was. When I wake up, I am in the cabin with my paternal grandfather and grandmother. I'm dressed in a yellow night gown. I can see and here everything around me, but for some reason I can't communicate or make myself understood in any way. My mind is still working, but everyone is treating me as if I wasn't there or something tragic happened.

In any case, after I leave the cabin, I go to a Dollar General store with my brother and sister. For some reason, this store has floors. I break off from them and go to the elevator and choose the second floor. Here the dream breaks off from me, and I see my brother and sister conversing with each other.

My brother speaks first, he says, "He must remember what the manager did to her."  (Apparently my subconscious still has trouble with pronouns as well.  Then again, my brother would never refer to me as 'her.')

My sister just says, "I'm glad she remembered something.

I think this dream was about feeling powerless, and it might have been my subconscious trying to deal with all of the frustrations in my life at the moment.

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 I just came back from the appointment this morning. It was just a brief session to inform me what Indiana's Office of Vocational Rehabilitation offered.  It is a job placement program, and I've not had good luck with such services in the past.  Hopefully, it'll be more useful than the temp service that placed me in a manufacturing job. (I held that job for a week before getting fired. Jobs that requires speed and a lot of gross motor skills do not work well for me.)

It lasted for about a half-hour.  There was no paperwork to sign, and the only note he wrote down during the meeting happened to be my name.  I think I might have overdressed for this appointment a bit, but I wasn't sure if it was supposed to be a job interview or just meeting with someone to set something up. It turned out to be the latter.

Now, I have to go back to bed and catch up on some lost sleep.  

Note to self: Call attorney after I finish napping.
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The weather remains a little on the cool side, but that has not stopped me from going to bed sweating and a little on the warm side. Sometimes I even notice sweating when I get up to go to the bathroom during the night.  Now, I've thought my body's temperature sensing and control mechanisms were out of whack since last summer, although the extremely cold winter may have alleviated this problem some what. 

Because these sensations are unpleasant, I've started sleeping with the fan on at night.  Lately, however, the fan has been turned off when I wake up in the morning. I am not usually sure why this is, unless I know I turned it off the night before.  The housemate, the only other person in the house, swears she's not doing it. 

I have come up with multiple theories, all of them of which I find equally likely:

1.) I am simply forgetting that I turned it off.
2.) The housemate is lying about not turning it off
3.) Friendly energy-saving spirits turn the fan off to prevent the electrical bill from becoming too high. (I love the possibility of gnome intervention.)
4.)  My parasomnias have reached a new level that now allow me to manipulate switches and knobs in my sleep.
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Waking up at 2:00 a.m. when I have a 140+ mile round trip ahead of me later in the day really doesn't do it for me.  
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 I spent the day playing in one Werewolf: the Apocalypse and one Vampire: the Requiem live action rople playing session. These games seem to be less PvP-oriented than similar games I've played in the past, which suits me well. I did not care for the player versus player modes in WoW, Everquest, or World of Warcraft.

Now, there was not anything of note that took place during these sessions that would be of interest to non-gamers. A good time was had by all, no one was accidentally outed, and a few snacks were brought in for people's February birthdays.  I even had a chance to experience some schadenfruede, although  I can't help but feel guilty about it at the same time.

After the games ended, the group stopped at Denny's and discussions continued.  (Purely by accident I ended up at one of the perfect dining spots for a left-handed person .)

All of this interests no one, and I will not explain why I experienced schadenfreude. The point is i got home at 2 a.m.  I was, at least before, a night owl by nature. Late nights do not bother me.  I crawled into my bed and managed to get to sleep without any sleep aids. I repeated the wake-up, sleep, wake-up, sleep pattern that has become common for me and found I rolled out of bed just before 2 p.m.  

Now, I'm just wondering if taking a shower is actually worth it. I could go out to play board games at the local gaming shop/pizza store,  or I could forgo showering and go back to bed.  

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