Sunday 7/ 21/ 24

7:01a.m. I‘m above the dirt. I had a fairly good night. I remember this one dream where I was a VISTA volunteer for the literacy council. I went to the office to work and it was closed. They had moved without telling me. I remember saying to myself I’m glad I don’t have to depend on that monthly stipend. Then I had another dream. In this dream I could fly. I was walking down the sidewalk. All of a sudden I started floating in the air. I was floating around this parking lot trying to find my car. At least these dreams were not scarry.