I've been having these really strange dreams again. I would like to believe that they are symbolic of my longing to "start over" as many people who have made mistakes do wish. Just this past week one of my dreams royally freaked me out; I was me but I knew this version of myself must have been an imposter. Her thoughts were dark and depressing, morbid would be the perfect description of her. She had hidden "things" in an abandoned warehouse. For some reason when this "me" disappeared from my body I found myself fighting the urge to find this secret hiding place, desperately wanting to discover her secrets. Instantly I was walking in the dark, cobwebbed hallways of this very building. Odd, I thought that though this place seemed strange and new yet familiar as if following a path left by the last explorer. I found things I never wished to see and in an attempt to destroy of this version of myself and the evidence of her, I burned the warehouse down...
then I went out for lunch with my guy of interest and some random fill in dream people.
I woke as soon as we all sat down.
