Dreams of closing doors left open, business-like canine escorts, and not thinking it's right to consider killing a wildcat merely because she's insufficiently beautiful. I was sleeping diagonally on the bed, with my head on the side usually left empty; I can't help but feel like ths is related to my dreams feeling like they were for someone else.
Also I think there was something about lifting up sheets and slipping under them at the end of the dream? I wonder where I went that I had to come back from like that.
I woke up, had to pee. Looked down while dealing with that and realized I had the first spontaneous erection in I don't know how long. It vanished quickly; I'm not sure if it came from dreaming or from needing to pee. I really don't even get piss hard-ons any more. Estrogen is a hell of a drug. Or maybe spiro, I dunno.
I'd gone to bed around nine last night, after my weird inverted Thanksgiving. It's 1:11 now. I'm still tired. Picked up my little guardian T Rex from where she'd been sitting on the bureau; time for Zoya to keep the rest of tonight's dreams safe.