They are becoming much more vivid, life like, scary...
I had a dream about my good friend Jessica a couple of nights ago. All I remember was that I was happy during the dream. Damn it, why do I remember the not-so-nice ones but the happy ones are lost to me. This is something fundamental I must fix about myself.
Last night's dreams consisted of signing up for a program to chaperone a convict for a week (meaning he can't be out of my sight-he was James Frey from my favorite books-his young self no less), Aaron (from the gym) showing us his blue tribal tattoo...omg, and my biological father blowing me off by text message...telling me he owned a farm and dinner would not be possible as he had to get up early.
Boo dreams.
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