I dreamed so I know I slept, but it feels like I didn’t. It was 77 when we went to bed, just too hot. I got up and turned the AC on, then later I got up to turn it up, was worried mum would find it too cold and turn on the heat. Then I had to get up again to turn it back down as it was too hot again. In between I had this weird romantic sci fic dream about this couple being in love but having all these obstacles and my aunt who died 10 years ago was one of the things keeping them apart. Every time I went back to sleep I played a different part. Once I was the guy, once I was the girl, once I was separate and watching the drama on a tv in a sky rise on another planet. I feel quite exhausted. For some reason the fashion was French 1400-1500 dress with pink wigs.