I do not know what to write about. I have plenty of thoughts cluttering my mind at the moment. The memories of the dreams I had this morning weave in and out of my thoughts, sometimes popping up with perfect clarity. For a moment I am back in the dream, flinching at some of the parts I would rather forget. At other times, I admire the detailed creativity of my mind in conjuring cities and places that I can't imagine exist in the real world. One common theme in all of my dreams this morning was road ways and water ways. In one part of the dream, I was galloping on a horse, through small country roads that intersected over rivers, and over a rusted metal bridge, eager to get back to the friends I had separated myself from. In another dream I was trying to navigate myself though the most extravagant exaggeration of Chicago, in which to get through different interchanges, I was cutting through grass and driving maniacally in order to just get to downtown. In my dreams I was always trying desperately to get somewhere, although I can't remember what was waiting for me at the end. Some of my other dreams were more terrifying, and yet another that left me feeling disgusted with myself just for dreaming it. I often find that my dreams stick with me for the rest of the day, depending on how well I can remember them. Sometimes they irritate me. Sometimes they leave me upset. Sometimes I cling to the memory of them because they seem so real, and they can be a portal to people who I love and miss, if only for the brief span of a dream.
-S
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