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I don't usually wake up in the night. Usually, once I'm out, I'm out, but I woke up at four this morning, convinced I had either missed my alarm, or reset my clock in the night. After the initial "WHAT!" it was very pleasant to have two whole hours to luxuriate in my warm blanket cocoon and watch snowflakes hit my window screen.

Nice as it was, I am upping my dosage for arthritis meds now.

Then, I took a nap this afternoon and drempt, which is another thing I never do. Apparently, I broke my little sisters arms off mid-forearm. She was a little freaked out but not in pain, and I'm pretty sure we were going to reattach them, but then I woke up, and such mechanizations seemed unnecessary.

Sleep: It just keeps getting weirder.