Last night I had vivid dreams. I was in the old bedroom I had as a teenager (I have recurring dreams about that room), and found some magazines with articles about my Uncle Bill. He had discovered a hot spring, and there were photos of him hiking around the area and relaxing in the spring. Then I found myself on top of a large balloon or globe, looking through the same magazines. That didn't seem unusual, until I started to think about how I could get down without hurting myself (the globe was several stories high). About that time I started to wake up.
I'm starting to feel much better. I was pretty much wiped out all week by whatever bug I had. I had no energy, and little interest in doing anything.