I was having some tough sleep last night.
Strange and weird dreams about train stations and the cops and stealing from art shows with my invisible friend.
I had a dream that really disturbed me and I woke up in the middle of it with a bloody nose.
I instantly forgot most of the dream.
I said to myself, "It was about her, I'm glad I'm forgetting."
I woke up again because the people down the hall were slamming doors or knocking over furniture.
And I forgot everything else in the dream, including whom I was forgetting.
In some ways I love that. In some ways, I don't.
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