I slept poorly last night and had terrible dreams which included a dream about buying and then shattering a very expensive bottle of liquor, a dream about being late to work, and a dream about my bike being stolen (which is a regularly occurring nightmare). When I try to describe the feeling of waking up from this nightmare and finding both bikes safely in my room I think of a line from Junot Diaz:
There is nothing more exhilarating than saving yourself by the simple act of waking.
I also slept poorly because I made the bad choice of drinking coffee with dessert. This kept me up which led me to thinking about death which led me to distracting myself with wedding planning.
Lately, I have been having some incredible dreams. I have really enjoyed them. This morning, I woke up and had to spend long minutes separating reality from dreams because I so clearly remembered the dream, I couldn’t convince myself that it hadn’t happened.
I love those kinds of dreams! (Unless they’re scary ones.)