No, not last night - yesterday when I was trying to catch up on a lot of hours of missed sleep.

In the first one, I was a Muslin woman, in some kind of underground city. I was picking up trash that had been flung all over the sidewalks, and there were people pointing their finger at me and laughing.
The second dream was trying to convince my family (who, as happens in dreams, were completely different people that I am actually related to) that I had to get some sleep (this is some of the reality intruding) and if they would just leave me alone and let


Pysch 101 would explain #2 dream - I'm exhausted, I've got several people tugging at my hemline, and I have an extremely unhealthy crush on the character of Jim Halpert.

And #1 is very clear to me.

I've been reading a book by Karen Armstrong about the prophet Muhammad. Very readable and respectful to Islam, but also a very human look at the prophet and his people dealing with a growing religion.


Perhaps because of reading this book, I feel a sudden affinity with Muslims.
And although it wasn't as much fun as having Jim Halpert (perhaps I should rephrase that), it makes sense for this to show up in my dreams.
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