dreams

It has been a few days since I have dreamed. It must be the late nights or cycle of thoughts that have kept me from them.

I walked the same path home last night. Through the park and past the tree. For the first time since moving here, I felt uneasy. The whole park was dark and cold. Tree trunks became endless voids, or disappeared completely, leaving the large cluster of leaves above them to float in the air. They became stagnant clouds that sung sounds of the sea.

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Dreams showed to me how I would feel if what I hoped would happen had happened. They showed me an alternate life. There is an odd feeling of nostalgia fixed to these dreams. They seem to be memories of my hopes. As if, through the subconscious contemplation of them, I have already experienced them. Even though it was not out of the mind.

In another:

It was a windy day. I had experienced this in dreams before and I knew what I had to do and what I wanted to do. I lifted my arms up and closed my eyes. I let the wind pick me up into the sky. I felt myself move with the strong currents. I don't know where I drifted... but I was happy just to let go.