the weight of a dream

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I dreamt of an old love last night, a lost love, a it-wasn't-right-but-good-lord-it-hurt-anyway kind of love, and woke feeling sad and lost with a touch of guilt for the way things went and the way things could have been, and the way things never were; and the less-than-stellar way I handled the fall-out.


What I want to know is, what do you do with this weight? When you wake up carrying emotions from a dream, what do you with it? I can't carry it with me all day. I need to put it down somewhere so my hands are free for other things, but I'm not sure how.

the red haze

Overnight the wind raged and twisted in the trees. This morning a red haze hung across the rooftops, and the light through my window glowed like a warning light and made the phrase' red sky at night, shepherd delight' worm it's way into my dreams and sit next to library books and turtles (don't ask. weird dream.).
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It covered the seat of my bike with a fine layer and got into my eyes and nose on my ride to work. It was a little surreal, and made me feel like I was in the beginning of a book. The day the red dust blew into town, and settled on every surface. The day the red dust blew into town and brought with it.... That was it exactly, it felt like a harbinger of, well something.
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By this afternoon it has cleared and pools of rust in potholes remain. The sky is clear and blue, and tonight the wind resumes, swaying and twisting in the trees.

(and this photo made the rounds today, and made me laugh!)


Have you ever had days that felt like the beginning of something, although it doesn't seem it?