Last night I had such a vivid dream, it felt so real. I was so relieved when I woke up and realized it was only a dream and that it hadn’t really happened. I burst into tears right there in my bed and shoved my face into my pillow. The dream, I just can’t shake the dream. I don’t want to talk about it in detail because I don’t want to even put a breath of truth to it. I could probably just go on with my life without ever mentioning it, but I somehow feel that I owe it to my true being to say: Hey, at 5:44 am on March 7th, 2013, I woke up and thought my world was different from now until the end of time. I don’t know if I could have handled that.
Dreams are so strange, aren’t they? I’ve had recurring themes in my dreams for my entire life. The two themes are: That I have a gigantic wad of gum in my mouth and I’m trying to speak, but the gum is stuck to my teeth and I can’t remove it. The more I try to get the gum out of my mouth, the worse it gets. The other involves rotary dial phones — for you kids out there you are probably like, WHAT IN THE WORLD IS SHE EVEN TALKING ABOUT? ROTARY WHAT? — google it, kids. So in my dream I’m trying to call someone and of course, it’s an important call, but the hole for the very last number is missing and I can’t dial that very last number.
What do those dreams even mean???? A mouthful of gum and rotary phones with missing holes.
Tonight, I hope to dream of fields of flowers and blue skies, maybe even a rainbow.
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