Strangest night so far

Last night I did not take any Ativan.

I dreamed the oddest dreams — it was like being in a hall of mirrors, because I’d be dreaming about dreaming and waking up and dreaming again.

Pretty disturbing dreams.

Seeing a spark develop in the element of the toaster oven, and calling out to Mark in another room to come stop it before it explodes, but he’s not quick enough and it does explode.

Various things about sleeping, Mark, Amy, other family members.

Something about a woman who fakes a pregnancy or something — feels like a feminist short story like “The Yellow Wallpaper”, because it seems she felt trapped into a marriage as she was just becoming aware of herself, or something like that.

I woke around midnight and again around 4:30, and I don’t think I slept again. We’ll see how I get through today — I feel okay right now.