“You approved these yesterday.” did I? “Oh, and we changed the time on that clock, just as you had requested.” Did I really request that? I could have sworn it was a dream. Apparently not.
Working through the night brought me completely out of balance. My brain did not want to let me get away without a night full of dreams, and so it turned everything that happened the day before into the memories of dreams.
And I am still half asleep, actually… oh… maybe completely asleep. Could this entry be but a dream? What about all the kind comments and incredible pictures that made their way into my mailbox. Could they also be just fantastic dreams?…
I will now need to rest just a tiny bit, again. WHy am I doing this? Who am I?, especially here?