Didn't spend much time meditating last night.

Tummy ache.

I'm trying to figure out if my dreams "wandered" anymore than normal. It doesn't seem that way.

I dreamed:

Barrelhouse Dave was pissed about a blog post I wrote about Barrelhouse. He told me to stop trying to be funny and stick to writing about "minor" poetry

of a woman poet who wore blue face make-up

I downloaded a bunch of scary/Halloween movies to watch with Chris, but there was only one he was willing to see

I made up with a writer with who I recently had an icky interaction


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Perhaps the dreams are demonstrating a resistance to wandering?


I will try wandering better today.