Woke up again around the same time I always seem to wake up. After having yet another of my wandering, chaotic yet serene dreams filled meaning and images I recognize, and some I don't (didn't), with underlying regrets, searching, finding/going back to, and seeing change. Seeing old things, new things, and scenarios that never happened, but should have (I suppose). Etc... etc.... I used to write my dreams down, but haven't for quite a few years now. Maybe I should, again. Although, I don't remember them as well, or as clearly as I used to. But one thing I feel, is that I think I know what, & how, to write this book that's been trying to get out of my head. I have so much more to write, but I'll save it for pen and paper. Just the way I like it. It's now 6:26am.
And it's cold.
tn.
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