The Dream
I don’t remember a lot of my dreams. And the ones I do have recollections of, it’s usually the last chunk of the dream right before I wake up. But what I’ve been doing for some time now, is writing down any of the dreams I do remember. And over the last, I’d say almost four years, I’ve accrued a rather lengthy list of scenarios that I was able to jot down before I forgot them entirely. And for the most part, the dreams I do have are fairly grounded in reality. Nothing about flying, or powers, magic, or anything of the like. They are there, but it’s way more common for me to dream about a single person or place. And of course, the one dream that I have written down the most, or I should say the one person that crops up more than anyone else is her. It surprises me because for someone that I haven’t spoken to verbally in a long time, it’s shocking how often she ends up in my dreams. Again, even these dreams are grounded they aren’t outlandish or bombastic in nature. A lot of the time, it’s just the two of us. Sharing time together. I usually end up recalling the times where we did just that. And all it does is make me yearn for them once again.
