I really love to dream. I don’t know what you all dream at night, but I don’t have nightmares. I usually have happy dreams. Interestingly, I go to these specific towns. They only exist in my dreams. But they seem so real. In one town there’s this elderly woman. I go there and we chat. In another town I have a friend. I go there and we wander around until I drift further in to find a rural village. I know all the geographies of the towns. But I can’t go whenever I want. These dreams just happen and I realize, “Oh, I’ve come back!”












