You were in my dream last night. Who can ever say why? I was waiting for you, and finally, much to my relief, you showed up. And then we sat around a picnic table full of faceless friends and chatted. And then you left, and the next day the same story played out. And again the next day. I think though that I woke up after each of these dream meetings, so rather than a cyclical dream, it was a recurring one. Maybe I bored myself awake each time. Though that wouldn't have been your fault. It was a good dream.
Funny, I didn't think I would, but I kind of miss my dreams from the pre-marathon week. Stress-laden dreams. They were all much more exciting. And involved a homicidal oyster wreaking havoc in the world.
He was one lethal mollusk.
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