Tired, ate something before bed – through the night dreams keep coming, each more bizarre than the last one. A Clockwork Orange between my ears, featuring real people I know to the point I wanted to make calls when I woke up to warn Scott about Rick and to Scott to talk him out of it …
… as real as real-life in my dream.
I don’t often have such vivid dreams I can still recall in the morning.
Love it. It’s like riding the roller coaster with your mouth open wide, that rush of air that fills the belly and makes us queasy – and then that lingering question about that realistic scene, wondering whether any element of it ever happened, or if 100% of it was in the dream.
