Every now and then, I have a haunted dream. One I can’t shake. One I want to return to, escape back into, slip away and fall back into, so that I can resolve something and feel more fully what I felt so completely in my sleep. By morning, an unsettled feeling follows me like a ghost. I try to hang on to wisps of a world that feels so real that the only convincing explanation for it’s vividness is that I peeked into a portal of another dimension—an alternate reality.
For now, I’ll send out a smoke signal: I’m here. Let’s talk. I hope you’re well. Take care.
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