Apr 18, 2021
1 min read
New Dreams, Reason Unknown
A 100-word reflection
My dreams have changed. I don’t know why.
They’re harking back to my childhood — to the bad-old school days — dredging up long-nurtured hurts, and mashing them up with more recent pain.
What’s weird is the mood. These dreams feel good — like my psyche is tearing crusted-over scabs from the edges of old wounds and then sewing the…
