The disturbing dream wasn’t even disturbing. It was about visiting a property in Joshua Tree I’d chosen to AirbNb and trying to collect various relatives and pets to leave. It was about the coffee mugs and uncool trinkets I left behind, a map for an amusement park, all of the bathrooms closed.
The dogs seemed wound up in sheets, unsure about the fact that we were alone, just the three of us, unsure how that could even mean “alone.”
I grabbed the one who lets me grab him, who likes it when I tuck his head under my chin and wrap my arms around him as many times as they will go. Nothing felt good when I woke up again.
But then it did. Life moves on, right, year to year, day to day, even second to second. You can shake your head and watch the dreams shed like sweat.
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