January 14, 2011
I find dreams that are more vivid than real life quite unsettling. Even if the impression of the dream was of perfect happiness and hope. The desire to go back into the dream and stay there, even after Iíve gotten out of bed, is more than a little, well, overwhelming, for lack of a better word. It goes well beyond tempting, especially in the wee small hours of the morning. Even after waking up with coffee, the dream still persists, but now it is more like a toothache, bothersome rather than a delight. I keep poking at it all day.