I went to bed at 6 pm last night. Slept eleven hours, with weird recurring dreams. It's always not a solid sleep when I'm like this so much as a hyperextended hypnagogic state. I have some awareness of my surrounds, but my eyes are closed and I am dreaming.

In this case I was giving eldercare to Linus Pauling while rebuilding both a classic railway steam engine and a starship propulsion system, somewhere in Alaska. I needed the train to transport the propulsion system back to the starship's landing site. Plus I had a detour to visit my old high school and make a presentation on life goals. I took Dr. Pauling on that trip.

Usually I understand the symbolism in my dreams, but this one seems to be a random shot from the wells of my subconscious. I would like to stay up past dinnertime tonight, though.