Dreams are peculiar things. I had an especially active dream-life last night. There was sorrow and betrayal, disappointment and failure, but also conclusions from those events that made dream-me make hard decisions. Granted, all the decisions were ones I’d rather not make in real life, but at least there was forward momentum, so good job dream-me.

What I really find interesting with dreams is how they linger. A person in one of the dreams made decisions that now, fifteen minutes after I’ve left the warm confines of bed, are still being felt. That lingering feeling, how strong it can be, is fascinating because I know it’s based on a fabrication, and not true. I treasure it for what it is, for a little while. Then it fades away, replaced by the emptiness of knowing that there was something there, but now it’s gone.

Have a great Saturday. (Wait, it’s Saturday, right? Yes. Then have that.)