Another midnight

And another nightmare. Everyone was wearing masks. 

I've accomplished almost everything I meant to today. Accomplished is probably the wrong word. Small goals were achieved, two days in a row. Creating a sense of consistency. 

It's a beautiful night. 

I don't have traditional nightmares anymore. I used to wake up afraid of things I'd been dreaming. I don't remember when that changed. A few nights ago, I dreamt there was something creeping around the house. I woke myself up because I was making a low, gutteral growl in the back of my throat. 

I don't know what that means.