It was the craziest night of incredible dreams. I sit here, now, amazed at just how brilliant and inventive the subconscious is as it creates scenarios unfamiliar to me, people I have never met, and powers I didn’t realize I possessed. As I recall some of the dreams, at least four major dreams in all, I cannot find any connectors to anything I may have seen on documentaries, classic television (Pluto), conversations held, or items viewed on social media. These dreams with exhilarating and incredible.

One particular dream was so much fun because it contained elements that have never crossed my life’s threshold. Harrison Ford was the leader for several of us involved in espionage with several narrow escapes through air vents and other unbelievable moments. I wish I could remember all the dreams but how wonderful it would be if we came with record buttons to make certain our dreams did not escape into the void.

I have had two solid days invested in recovering from dual MS and gut flareup that confined me to bed. The MS symptoms began Saturday afternoon as the cold, rainy front began moving into the Miami Valley. Col. Deeds and Harrigan remained with me around the clock, and they were encouraging and comforting. This morning, I feel less achiness and the gut seems to be back to normal.

It hasn’t broken 40 degrees, yet, but we are supposed to see a high of 73 degrees, today. Thursday should be 83 degrees before falling back to the 60s, 50s, and 40s through all next week.

It is time to begin my day with the intention of making it a great day!

PHOTOS: Monday and Tuesday moments with the FabFive.