so, i had already decided to write about my next dream before i went to bed last night.

i've been known to wake myself up, crying or talking in my sleep.

this morning, i woke up first, then i cried.

i dreamt about my armenian grandfather, he passed away two years ago this october. i think i may have yet to reach some kind of closure... in my dream he was teaching me how to drive manual. we went to billings bridge shopping mall from my childhood. i dreamt of their basement. of how elizabeth used to smoke. this isn't the first time i've dreamt of john. he doesn't speak in my dreams... i would like to hear his voice again...

i feel a bit of a mess again. not as bad as monday, after all it is *friday*.
this has always happened to me. a dream can make or break my day... even my next few days. it's because my dreams are so vivid, so detailed. i get in trouble at home for sleeping in too much or going for naps on weekends... j doesn't realize it's cause i love my dreams so much. there are some dreams that i never want to wake up from. others that i wake myself up from. dreams that disappear. dreams that linger. recurring dreams and dream themes. or that dream that i used to have as a kid, with the giant roll of static, that would always wake me up at exactly midnight.



dream a little dream of me