most mornings i wake out of a vivid dream; probably because i go to sleep too late, and wake up early enough to hit the dream cycle. its so difficult to drag myself out of bed when there’s this beautiful, interesting, weird world that i could stay in just a few minutes longer.
often i end up dreaming of people who are not in my life anymore – ex-es, friends from europe, australia. i love those dreams! last night was a creepy one though – i dreamt an ex and i were hanging out, and then he turned into a black dog. not threatening, but still weird.