For about a week now, I've been having odd dreams from which I wake up earlier than I need to and fall back asleep until the alarm goes off. By the time I am awake the dream has already faded to almost nothing, but I'm left with a lingering disturbed feeling.
This morning I woke up after having joined in my sleep the burlesque show I went to see with JJ a week ago Friday, and been scolded by the bouncy blonde hostess. Why this was troubling I'm not actually sure, but I think it was because I was failing to perform properly, which would bother me in real life as well. The night before, it was a strange reversal - my great-uncle H died last week and the funeral was yesterday, but in my dream, he was alive and his wife had died instead. Again, not sure why this stayed with me, but it's definitely odd. There were others before those that have pretty much left me, except for that feeling of oddity, which seems to be firmly entrenched for the present.
The setting up of my big bed last night obviously has not changed this; I'm hoping this passes soon. At least I can loll again, though.