Dreamed about jail last night. Jail was a dark, metallic, sloping, unbelievably lonely place. I got there by way of D&Rs backyard, the dog yard. There was a presence of dogs, PT included. That was the last place I was before going to jail. There was an in-between part where I was home with Ann, but I knew I probably was going to have to go back. The very thought filled me with desolation. I clung to her. I wanted anything except to have to go back to that barren, disconnected place. Ann was the essence of home; motherly. There was also a part where I was lifting weights. Arm curls, but I was only doing the right side. I was going to do the left side tomorrow. I saw myself, and I was bulging, veined, defined, sweaty, dark in a dark mirror. Then I realized I was supposed to be doing the left side already, so I switched, and that side was weak.