I dreamt a lot last night. Various dreams about flying model planes and celebrities and all kinds of strangeness. I dreamt of an odd space which was leaking water and it was small; It had perhaps enough room for three people to stand; It was leaking a stream of water onto the floor, which made the entire gravel bottom wet.
The weather was terrible in my dream, a combination of rain and snow. I kept hearing people calling my name, teasing me. I didn't understand why.
I am still very tired. I am not sure I got really great rest. I may need to tap a nap.
Tomorrow is the court date. I'm not really worried about it. I'm pretty sure there is nothing to worry about tomorrow. Instead I'll just wait. Likely I'll find out what manner of punishment I'm facing and I'll move on from there.
Anyhow, nothing is harder than being calm during a storm. It demands chaos while we push for serenity. We cannot forget who we are.
