Woke up from possibly the saddest, or maybe bittersweet would be more accurate, dream I’ve ever had today. Still asleep, I was repeating over and over “Is this real? Is this real??” and uncontrollably weeping with joy. Then BAM, I woke up. Yeah, I probably knew in the dream it wasn’t real, but damn how the emotions were so overwhelming. It’s strange because I think I know what probably triggered it yesterday.
I’m not really inclined to get into the details, and believe me, I won’t soon forget them. But isn’t the connection between the day and the dream fascinating sometimes?
PS. Also not inclined, for the first time on this blog, to put a photo to go along with the post. I’ll just assume you can dream up your own 😉