For much of April and May, largely due to the stress and excitement of starting Cyan, I’d been having trouble sleeping, waking in the middle of the night. Within the last week or so, however, the company has finally started falling into place, and I’ve once again returned to sleeping through the night. I’ve noticed that I’m now sleeping unusually soundly, as if dropping instantly into full nights of REM sleep to make up for the prior insomnified months.

As a result, I’ve begun dreaming rather vividly. Though I hadn’t realized it, somewhere in the weeks of broken sleep, I stopped having dreams. Now they’ve returned with a vengeance, startling in their realism and fascinating for the people and places I’d long since forgotten they recreate. Were I a Freudian, I suppose I’d see these dreams as a window into my soul, a glimpse of my true nature. As I’m not, however, the whole thing just sort of weirds me out.