I'm breaking with tradition, just for today.
It's been a while since I actually remembered a dream. I'm sure I've been dreaming, but lately I've woken from sleep barely remembering laying down. I guess I've been tired.
Last night I dreamed.
I remember my dream, well, one very small part of it, with complete clarity.
I cannot bear to share it. In my dream, my dream had come true.
My life had changed, and I awoke thinking the dream was real. I was momentarily so convinced of its reality that I very nearly acted on it. Perhaps that is why I really cannot describe the dream. Because when I finally did realize that the complete sense of peace, security, and happiness was brought about by nothing more than synapse in my brain: memory mixed with wishes and teaspoon of life in a bowl full of daydreams, I think my heart broke. It was like watching a perfect porcelain china vase crack and split in slow motion when there seemed no cause for it at all.
The only thing left to do was go back to sleep and hope that I forgot, but I didn't, I haven't and I probably won't for a while.
I am not unhappy. My life is good, and I am truly a blessed and lucky woman. If I have dreams I remember, I will post them here, but in the words of Fiona Apple I will no longer "go to sleep to dream". I say that, but I know that a part of me will continue to hope, and continue to dream. I'm just that kind of glutton.
Goodnight my friends and fellow dreamers.