I had several vivid dreams this weekend, but I was very busy and blogged other things instead of the dreams, telling myself that I could always blog them later. But the dreams, they disintegrate little by little. You hardly even notice, but then you check the mental spot where you stored them and there’s nothing left. I must be better about recording the dreams. I have only a line or two that I jotted down briefly to go on, and none of the dreams themselves.
One of those bursts that came out of nowhere, when I was reading Shasticon’s blog this morning.
The sequence of events may be muddled. One from last night and one from the night before.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s MLK day or what, but I had the oddest dream about race last night.
Another Thea dream. I told myself when I woke up that I would write this one down right away, because it was so vivid but I didn’t and now it isn’t. Here’s what’s left.
Perhaps this is one of those dreams I am better off keeping to myself.