Diagnostic Dream Drama

I am gone fully Wireless on my work table.

No clutter but two wireless gadgets I bought a decade ago, do not work, now.

One configured with Microsoft and I use only Linux, the other for wireless keyboard and mouse.

They all have only one year warranty.

For writing one need a clean granite plate (Gal Lalla as kid) or work place.

I keep up all night and sleep during daytime.
That is my routine to thud all mosquitoes who hover around.

The pouring rain I do not need watering my water plants but mosquito menace had resurfaced.

I sleep well but do not dream at all or I do not remember any due to my physiological block of raw stories unhindered.

I overslept and this dream may be  due to that overindulgence.

It goes like this.
There was a grand party with all those who were natural friends to me was in attendance.
What I remember is ad follows.

It was held by a guy who was on as wheel chair due to ischaemic attack.

His wife who was an anaesthetist was the chief organizer.

I see my friend on the wheel chair momentarily stand erect holding on to the frame of the chair and cheering.

He was a good orator and was a good friend of Rajitha the MP.

Then there was a doctor guy and he was alone and I paired with him.

There were two invitees one male and one female both past middle age who were unknown to each other but paired instantaneously and we're in lovelock.

I remember good food and drink of old days at least dreaming of the food itself was energizing with food scarcity of the present.

I am into one meal a day and my sleeping may be due to prolong hypoglycemia.

I put the kettle on, suddenly the light or current went off.

I was annoyed, to say the least and decided to empty the remnant of the last rough meal.

The buckets were empty of water and I filled them up before voiding.

Luckily light came again I had my cup of tea without which I cannot function.

So before I forget I decided to record it here and that will be inserted in as chapter with more additions from the wakeful state of my mind and affairs of topical importance.

The rain in spite of mosquitoes is all welcome, without which we will be starving by January.