Sleep

On Saturday I had odd dreams again, and my sleep was disjointed. One part I remember is as follows. I was in a fictitious place off the Western Avenue in London (this place has appeared in my dreams before). This time I was on a bus and trying to get to hospital, where my brother was supposed to be meeting me. I got there first, only to be told that I'd gone to the wrong site. I ran across a grassy field and could see the building in the distance. I ran as fast as I could (in real life I can't run any more), and was panicking about making my appointment in time. I got there and rang my brother, who by then had arrived at the first building. That's all I remember, although I remembered more when I woke up on Sunday.
Last night I was out like a light, and only remember waking up once. My sleep was gloomy, and I woke up this morning feeling gloomy.