Apr 01 2003
Dreamin’
Right before I woke up this morning, I had an extraordinarily vivid dream. In the dream, I was walking through my childhood home in NY State. It was exactly as we left it when we moved to Canada: the window seat that Dad built for me in my bedroom where I used to read; my bed tucked under the eaves; the swing in the elm tree; the lilacs in bloom. When the alarm went off and I woke up, it took me several seconds to realize where I was, and for a moment reality seemed much less real than the dream. I guess dreams can be as mind-altering as drugs sometimes, and I still have a dream hangover so everything seems slightly unreal. I am awake, right?
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