Literally two-hour dream this morning about mom dying, having to work out funeral arrangements, long talks with sister, and the Austin bus system. Those long dreams are interesting, but the sleep's not very useful.

Dreams lately have been very coherant and well-developed, though I still can't remember anything about them.

Dog has been encroaching on my personal space at night. When I push her off, she goes and jumps up and down on the tarps we've got while we're painting. They crackle like a candy wrapper in a theater, and the're on my side of the bed.