Yesterday I dreamed I broke into a friend’s house to sleep. When I woke up I was caught by her roommate who wanted to report me to the police. My friend sat at the side looking at me sadly, disappointed, wondering why I had to do a thing like that. In the dream I remember thinking I never want to break the law again or do anything bad again - the guilt is just too much.
Anyhow, I’m still not entirely well. The cold lingers around my head. I feel light-headed still. My voice sounds weird. I probably can’t do a full round of yoga without feeling faint. But from time to time, I feel a strange euphoria arise from some obscure corner of my heart. Light euphoria, but still euphoria. I usually get that from drinking Thai Iced Tea. But here I am, unwell, with no caffeine in my blood, and feeling this strange but likable feeling, like I am on the verge of falling in love.