i wish i knew what my dreams really meant
running through a field of short grass, but it feels like i'm running through sand. no idea where i am or what this is until i hear the sound of children playing. i must be on a playground. i see the children ahead of me. the children see me. i'm carrying two 6 foot metal poles. no apparent reason really. the children don't like that i'm there. i make a break for a large backyard in search of anywhere but here. maybe pavement. maybe silence. maybe some kind of meaning. the plantation style house creeps me out, so i head back to the playground to find another place to escape. i make my way for the more traditional houses. everyone is outside, but i don't care this time. it's just traditional. i'm walking up a driveway and a woman is sweeping something off of it. i look down to find shards of glass in my ankles. nothing on the bottom of my feet. this is what the woman is cleaning up. i sit down and pick the glass out of my skin and have a wonderful converstation with the woman about nothing and everything. i wake up.