I forgot most of this on the way to the computer and only dredged it up in conversation this afternoon. So I stood at the computer at 3:30 going, "Why am I here? What am I doing here?" I went back to bed and to sleep, but I'm a little tired and also bemused with my brain for that one.
This is up there with the "I must have my contacts still in, because I can see in my dreams, and I'm not supposed to be able to see when I'm sleeping" belief for weird stuff I believe when I'm sleeping. Do you believe anything odd when you're sleeping? Either in the context of dreams themselves or stuff that hangs around into your earliest waking moments?
I also believe that all high schools are St. Paul's Highland Park High School, when I'm sleeping. Don't ask me why. Other high schools with strong distinguishing features -- my own, for example -- transmute into Highland Park whenever my dreams require a high school to appear. I have never been inside the building, never done more than drive past it. It was extremely confusing to discover that I was dreaming Highland Park and not some Platonic or amalgamated mental high school.
We have a pulmonologist to call for timprov in the morning. Progress. My back is not entirely happy about the shoveling I did this morning, but they can just deal; I'm working on Chapter twenty-nine-and-a-half, and as long as my brain will let me, I'm going to keep doing it, molten metal and gossip and all. And then when the brain is done letting me work on this, I'll read City of Bones some more, so it can go back to porphyrin when we see her next.