Today I stayed in bed until 3.30pm. When I woke this morning I felt like a part of me had been lost overnight, like a little part of happiness got lost in a dream somewhere. I moped around in my bed trying to concentrate on reading but found myself drifting off into a light hazy sleep, where I began to dream but kept being jolted awake. All day I had that feeling when you are on the verge of sleep and you gently slide into a dream and then your body jolts you awake and you can't quite figure out if you are still in the dream or if you are back in reality. I do that a lot these days. Somedays I have to physically look around to remind myself of where I am. I'm edging back to the days of lucid dreaming. I've not been ablt to do this for a long long time. But the way I've been sleeping and dreaming, I know I can get back to the lucid dreaming that I loved so much.