sleep, sleep

I'm not sure dreams seemingly built around needing to get up and use the bathroom count.

My waking dream was mostly a yucky dream about something where in order to preserve harmony in an environment (see me be vague) I had to allow a number of things to pass with comment, things which made me out to be someone I am not.

There was an interesting bit where I owned Mark Twain's loosely knitted slipper, and this came out of an earlier dream where I was running around with him, but I don't remember it now.