Last night was the wildest night of dreaming I can ever remember. I have no idea what to make of it either. I dreamed I had a new baby and was breast feeding, but unable to find my baby at feeding time. In my search for time with my baby, I hiked up mountains, searched in the dark outside, and looked at other houses. The next dream I had was completely unrelated, but felt similar in feeling. I was in another time. The period of time was pretty far back, maybe late 19300. I was helping poor people and those who were servants build houses and find clean places to sleep and once even built a wild looking toy, that I was riding on. The toy looked like a tricycle that you had to pedal with one hand. I woke up sweating this morning and the first thing I could recall was being in a goose down bed covered by heavy down covers. I had to get up and shower. It felt like I had run a marathon.
