I woke after four hours, which means that I’ll have to slip in a nap carefully so that it doesn’t screw the normalish schedule I just got back to, or power through until late evening with caffeine.

In the last few years this happened a lot, but the way it happened this time gave evidence of my healing. It wasn’t terrible insomnia thoughts about the horrors that descended upon my wage-slave life. Rather, I was having a whimsical dream about new people and drug deals and running out of gas. We made it to my familiar apartment, and …

What woke me was a question to myself. “Was this a duplex I ever actually lived in, or do I just recognize it from having seen it in a dream before?”

The latter.

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The Western RedBlue YinYang Symbol.

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