Cycle of relapse

I have never been afraid of snakes. But it appears that in the dream world, I am. Such was the case where I was being chased by three snakes and I was trying my best to fit in a manhole with a ladder going somewhere. Cut to the chase. I wake up and my mouth sore is larger. A relapse is in the offing. I doze off most of the day. And suddenly, in the midst of this health crisis, I can now read and study. Eureka. There goes my fresh start. Aspirational behavior motivates me to a certain extent. Oh to have a proper home. In due time G, in due time.