From 2am until 7am I had a series of fitful dreams about my dissertation. I also had dreams of men on horseback and bagpipes playing. Oddly enough, I redeveloped a few chapters over the course of those five hours. I also changed words. For example, I'm no longer looking at "changes", but "the evolution of XY and Z". Blah, blah, blah. What goes in must come out. I now have a verifiable input and output. I think I'm pretty snazzy for this. My subconscious mind told me that the word "evolution" sounds smarter. I like the metaphor. The goal of the day is to remember all of this and write it down when I get home from Hebrew class tonight.
Funny how the mind never sleeps...and the dissertation is like a crying child that must be fed at any hour, day or night.
And my head hurts.