I know that last night, particularly during the last few hours of sleep, I kept waking up out of all sorts of strange dreams, but I only remember the last one.  I was a kid, with a group of kids, being chased by some character that resembled an Elvis impersonator, you know with the overly big hair and all.  We were running across peoples yards, for several blocks, and then with the Elvis character more than a block behind us, we arrived at a water front road, it kind of resembled Alki in a vague way but bigger, like an Aurora on Alki.  Somewhere there was a boat that one of the kids had access to.  We were trying to find it, then we could escape the Elvis character via water.  I woke up at that point.

     I just woke up, a good time to record dreams before they’re gone.  Anyway, haven’t shaved or showered yet, but need to wake-up all the way before they do that or I’ll cut more skin than hair.  I’ve learned this from unpleasant past shaving experiences.

     I need to clean up my office.  So much paper everywhere.  My thinking tends to reflect my environment.  If it’s clean and organized, so is my thinking.  If it’s cluttered and disorganized, so go my thoughts and I become unproductive.