Used by Dreams
This is a paragraph from a much larger project I’m bouncing around in my head. I have been debating for a little while now on whether or not I wanted to share it or not. That decision has come out in your favor dear readers.
I had a dream last night. There isn’t anything compelling or worth sharing about this dream, but note that I did, in fact, have a dream. Each morning I wake to a fuzzy, steel blue scene that eventually develops into my room. At this point I often realize there are residual, fleeting, emotions and memories firing around my synapses, though all hope of recognizing one or some of them is long gone. There are people who dream, people who have dreams, people who remember their dreams, and people that are borrowed by dreams. I believe I fall into the latter most group.