I’m still sleeping far too much. I don’t know why, but my intuition says that it’s got something to do with the season, and something to do with a variant of depression.
Sometimes the dreams are really rewarding though.
In the latest one, I was in a small group, walking a long way, in Thailand, maybe not long after it stopped being Siam and was renamed.
We were mapping out the route of some infrastructure, like for hydroelectric power or something like that.
I wanted to write a letter or an essay or something so I could headline it with:
Downstream Along the Chao Phraya
Interior Thailand
When I woke up, I realized the political implications, and that I was probably
or someone very like him.