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This morning I had quite a few odd dreams, but the one I remember most clearly was the last of them.

I don't know whether I was myself or a character. Some of the buildings reminded me in feel of SUNY Oswego, but it was a community rather than a college. There was a lake I couldn't see across on the north northeast side of the town. Now that I think about it, the layout of the buildings corresponded to the layout of the old "Tot Lot" I used to play in when I was little and lived between Rogers Forge and Gaywood, suburbs of Baltimore.

On the shore of the lake, with main doors facing south, was a nursing home or some kind of guarded building. I saw an elderly man come out, knowing that he was one of the ones who ought to have been kept in. He headed toward the only bar in the community, but not before making some rude comments at me.

I went into the nursing home to tell them where I'd seen the escapee. Up in his room, was a man younger than the escapee yet older than I. He was clearly distraught, babbling almost incoherently then standing, statuelike with glazed over eyes. He resembled mechanchaos as he was when we were first dating, but in his thirties.

I felt that I ought to help him. He was the escapee's son, a visitor in the home rather than a patient. I supported him with one of my shoulders, walking him down the front stairs and out the door.

My only thought was to take him to the docks nearby. So, still supporting him, I led him around the building to where they were. The docks looked reddish, as if they'd been built out of cedar. Cedar was what I thought of while I was dreaming, but I couldn't get it out of my head that cedar would likely rot away too quickly in the water.

The docks were smallish, designed more like a multi-level backyard deck than a mooring for boats. I think these were intended more for sitting and watching the sky and the water. I led the man to a step in the dock and sat him down, talking to him gently until he came to and the dream ended.

Well, no, not really. I don't think anyone, myself included, would really enjoy watching me do my exercises. I'm just trying to get back into doing them.

I haven't yet settled into a routine. I'm trying to do stretches, crunches, and a walk at the minimum. Last evening I also encorporated some of the things I remember from dance and theatre classes. dawnstar mentioned pilates and yoga today. I don't know much about pilates, but I used to go to open yoga at the Himalayan Center in Buffalo. I'd forgotten how much I missed that. Sadly, the only thing I really remember well from yoga is the sun salutation.

So far I've managed several days worth of exercise without overdoing it and ending up set back by soreness. I just hope I can keep up the motivation and stick with it. We've splurged and purchased an ally for me though. Today we stopped at the Eastview Target and picked up a nice bathroom scale. I'll have to try not to be too obsessive over weighing myself, but seeing the numbers will help me get used to my body's fluctuations while keeping track of my progress.

If nothing else, that will certainly encourage me not to dip into the snacks in the house...