My dream began with my being in a bedroom with a bunk bed that had a young teenager I discovered on the top bunk after I got so much sugar spilled on to my own bed while eating candy that I was forced to get up and clean. I then elected to be considerate and turn the music down but my son muted the speakers and I was really happy to see him and began to tickle him on the collar bone. Then I discovered my other son under the bed with a shirt caught over his face as he was taking it off. I helped with his shirt but he had a scrape on his jaw near his ear.
The guards keys awoke me at 2:30am and I hit the intercom button to request she "tuck the keys" (in her pocket) which she then did but I was stuck awake for hours afterward always struggling to be comfortable enough to fall asleep and my back doing its best to prevent that from happening. While trying to stretch some sort of relief for my back I managed to kick the small steel box I have for a table in the cell and its corner did the side of my foot no favor. The side of my foot is swollen and it hurts just to have a sock on it. Putting a shoe on is even worse. Maybe it is nice to have something new hurt for once. My left foot, on the outside just forward of my ankle bone. The sargeant recommends I try to keep it elevated. I think I must have bruised the bone.
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