Saturday, June 22, 2013
I don't dream in winter
which is probably not true. I dream but I don't remember my dreams. I've been having a lot of vivid dreams lately. Quite bizarre dreams that I tend forgetting as the day unfolds. They are "there" - in my brain, in my gut - in the morning while I am still lying in my bed or having breakfast. Then the real obscures the illusions of the night which is a real shame as I love my dreams. I wish I had written them all down. They would have been my little secret world, something that would have belong to me only. Unfortunately, I haven't and they are lost forever.