I have vivid dreams most of the time. They're real, colours are stark, feelings are strong. I like writing down my dreams if I get a chance because its fun reading them later. Some are grand, dramatic stories. Still, there are some days when I'm incredibly sleepy when I do wake up from a dream, but I know I'll forget if I don't write it down. Some of these days I just note bits down on my phone and get back to it when I'm fully woken up. One day I forgot to get back to it. As a result, there is a saved message on my phone that reads: Tucker anna sidole cop with cow. Drunk woman with kids. Guitar used as pick to get out of cellar. Airport.
I remember the dream vaguely. Some parts make sense to me, I can see the scene again. But who are Tucker and Anna? What is Sidole? I've thought things over a while, and I've realised I love my life. I love being me. I am happy with myself. It would be perfect if I had someone to share it all with again.