I woke up awfully early this morning. Was thinking about my thesis and couldn’t sleep anymore. I guess that’s how it works. So I made some coffee, worked for a while, and three hours later, was down again for a mid-morning nap. I had forgotten what the mid-morning nap feels like, it’s been a while. I feel very mixed about them. On one hand, there’s the weird buzz from sleep right after coffee and some guilt accompanied with sleeping later in the morning. On the other hand, you wake up and it’s still before noon. You’ve had a nap and you still have the whole day ahead of you. Not like those naps that transition you from dusky daytime to inky nighttime and you wonder why you’re even waking up again but still feel panicked about getting something accomplished before the next sleep.

Morning nap after coffee. I had weird dreams and dreams within my dreams.

I was browsing ancient photos on waffles and found a series of ones taken around Christmas time that I had “forgotten about”. I had a sense that the photos were from a dream (in my dream), and then I think I took a small step from the current dream, became a viewer rather than actor, and saw the pictures as artifacts from another dream that had entered this dream.

The photos: taken at a visit to a large “winter wonderland” studio space equipped with mounds of cotton snow, cardboard log cabins, a white-gray ice skating floor, glitter, soft lights, tangerine and baby blue backgrounds, and candy canes. You could pay to get dressed in costume, skate around the studio, and be recorded.

I watched a video in the collection. I gracefully skated from a cardboard log cabin in green tights and frock, a red handkerchief around my neck and a beaming smile on my face.
It was weird how much I felt like I had actually been there and done that.

But never. Though I was quite happy to see myself skating so well.