Reset Forty-Five, Day Twenty-Seven

All Tuesday evening, after many hours of sleep, I don't think I gave any thought at all to Halloween. Around dusk I went out to empty the week's trash, and didn't see anyone on the street. There aren't many kids in this neighborhood, so that was not a surprise, and I don't think any ever appeared. My next door neighbor has had some decorations up for a few weeks, but I doubt they got any visitors either. As far as this little corner of the mini-metropolis goes, Halloween seems to have given up the ghost, as it were.

After a dinner sandwich, I felt sleepy again, and around ten o'clock I got back into bed. I must have slept for about four hours, but then lay semi-awake for a couple more hours, with random strange thoughts running through my head. I'd had a cream, which I was sure I'd remember, but I completely forgot it. All I can recall is that it was disturbing. Maybe it's best forgotten. The hours since have been anxiously dull, though the weather has grown more interesting. Soon it will rain, and Tuesday's occluded dawn will find a blustery day, with chill wind under gray sky. Fading memory tells me I would once have found this invigorating, but my current mood tells me that I may no longer be capable of invigoration.

The dream I can't remember may have been a nightmare about reality.