June 3: It was a 'dreamless' sleep. 4: Dreamless sleep: I'm sure I did have some dreams. Even reducing my coffee intake to one a day doesn't make me dream. It might be that I'm somehow not accessing enough REM sleep. 5: 6: I woke up in the middle of the night to pee again. I remembered fragments of a kind of nightmare, though it felt soothing. When I woke up earlier, I vaguely thought of the frog inside a pan that got heated slowly. It didn't notice that it was being cooked alive. I was inside a factory with so many carton boxes [I think this is because I thought of fake meat yesterday, like something I read from the past that said cardboard was being used as meat or filler instead of actual animals], and a conveyor belt type thing where products got dropped into boxes, and something was automatically closing the boxes' flaps. I was one of those products, for some reason, or I was a child version who curled up in a fetal position. This is why I thought it was soothing. I was on the conveyor belt, sleeping, and then I got dropped into a box with other products in it, like coffee and junk food. The weird thing was that I was also standing far away, as if I was looking at a person who looked like me but was a younger version. I stood on a platform made of at least five boxes, away from the conveyor belt at the center. I remember switching perspectives; at one point, I was the adult viewer, and then the next, I was already packaged inside the box. It wasn't as scary as a real nightmare, like say, if I were buried alive and suffocating. I felt like the child or the thin inside the box was already dead anyway, and that's why it felt serene. I haven't read Murakami in a while, so I don't know if I could liken it to the chrysalis or the mysterious cotton-feather hybrid coffin [I finished 1Q84 after graduating high school]. I also remember vague snippets of a blue-headed person. Like neon blue, from Watchmen [the film]. It was a dream gif, because I remember the head or person turning to me. Or maybe that's the only thing I remember.  10: Dreamless 13: I was grade 3 again in this dream. I had my pink Disney film camera and took pictures of people and teachers in Shekinah. My family had them developed at Fujifilm, and I saw slightly different or 'positive' versions of myself where I was actually smiling and appeared to be happy, instead of looking sullen and like a loner. I don't know where the red curtain came from but it was a mainstay in most of the pictures I took. People and myself with a red curtain behind, even though it was my camera. I don't know who took the pictures. There was also another dream where I was about the same age, and [maybe thought about the big tent in the old sala when my parents were youth group leaders and set up the tent to see what it would look like and how to set it up in the first place; the tent was I think borrowed from my auntie Venus] in the same sala, an Olympic sized inflatable pool was set up[?]. I don't know how it fit, or it wasn't completely Olympic sized, or maybe the dimensions of the sala stretched out to fit it, but Manang Lydia and my parents rolled it out on the floor, and it kind of filled up with water by itself. We didn't need to pour buckets of water into it. For some reason it was a 'magic' pool that you couldn't use unless it willed itself to fill up with water. And then I remember the pool not being used, and it was rolled up again, and there were no spills. 20: A series of dreams that felt like nightmares, but I don't remember about what. All I remember were the feelings. 21—25: No dreams recorded. I don't think it's exhaustion. I also seem to remember them if I get interrupted mid-sleep. The earliest memory/dream: There were actually two 'angels' who looked less like children but more like outlines or stencils of a cartoon. I edited out the 'two' because I wanted to go with the narrative that Prof. Mike is the only angel watching over me. The other angel is actually Prof. Audrey.