Note On Sleep Habits

For the past several months my sleep schedule has been relatively consistent. About 30 hours up, 30 hours down. Sometimes down more. This is probably due to stress and depression over my breakup and total separation from Jacob, depression in general and not having taken my testosterone in months.

Travelling Restaurant

Part of what must have been a larger dream. Was walking east on 21st street from Harvard to Yale, on the north side of the road. I was having a hard time walking; stumbling, etc. Came upon a restaurant sort of parked in front of the IPE building on the west end. It was small and pink. Apparently I collapse on a long bench positioned behind a wood and glass partition. It was situated so that no one could sit on the bench, but could lie across the seats. Some time passes before an employee wakes me. I ask for a soda and a cigarette. They offer me something to eat and seat me at a circular booth at the very back, where I could smoke. I look up at a built-in light fixture in the shape of a large spiral set into the ceiling.

I then notice that the restaurant is moving, like some sort of huge RV. Apparently it travels around town, picking up patrons, dropping them off after they dine. Through all of this I am in distress. Like a really bad Addisonian day. I remember them dropping me off at the corner of 21st and Vandalia, but everyone was driving on the left, so I was dropped off on the north side of 21st in front of Vandalia.

I make it to the house, but I can't recall what happens next... something about walking to QT for cigarettes, but that's what I've been thinking about in waking life.