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I am normally up between four and five. I’d love to sleep later, but my eyes spring open like a cheap window shade . I am desperate to be out of bed. Yesterday morning, for some reason, I dozed back off. The crazy dreams started. It was miserable. I dreamed I was supposed to be at a mail-carrier job ninety miles away. Every effort to get there fell through. First, II couldn’t find black pants I had to wear. Next, I had dawdled and not gotten ready. I kept struggling, but one impediment after another held me back. It was misery, like trying to push syrup up a hill with a stick. I was so glad to finally wake up. This morning, I jumped straight up. It was so much better.