I love the night. When I am outside sitting around a fire with friends. Or when I am walking down a moonlit sandy road. Or sitting on the porch listening to the night sounds.
I don’t love the night when my dreams become tumultuous and full of drama. I did not post last evening. I went to bed very early again. I am battling the symptoms of the illness that plagues me. My dreams did not allow peaceful rest.
I have always dreamed in full action Technicolor and remember much of details and moods. Some dreams I never forget. They live in my memory as if they really happened. Sometimes a dream mood will stay with me after I awake. I have had dream moods stay with me for days.
I have learned to redirect dreams even while sleeping through them. I will awaken remembering how a dream was deteriorating…
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