So I’m in Toronto now, yada yada yada all is great and shiny and mucho-fantastic. But that’s another post. For now, let’s discuss a dream I had last night. I’m lucky to have pretty vivid dreams regularily, but this one was too odd to let go. I tried to send it in to my twitter, which I use much more often than this blog, but I couldn’t make it concise enough. Here it is, in a sort of half-grammar:
Dream: Was sentenced to hang for mistakenly kicking and killing someone in soccer. Goodbyes to family and friends; neck-strengthening exercises. Dad said I could borrow car to flee to States. Realized this was ridiculous; became lucid; woke up.