Despite having the kind of dreams that cause me to wish aloud for lobotomy, I felt pretty neutral today. Instead of the kind of constant mental overdrive that I normally struggle with, most of the day I thought about, legitimately, nothing. It was kind of weird and very unusual for me, but also kind of nice. I think I was extremely dehydrated.
On my morning carpool, I was telling my buddy about having the bad dream again. The morning was hot even at 7, and the mountains were hung all hazy. I told him, "I think it's just my mind's way of getting by. I don't respect myself enough to demand confrontation or closure in life, and then in my sleeping mind, I try to make it for myself but it comes out like this: a recurring nightmare."
And he said, "I had a dream that you were a really unsuccessful werewolf."
Now: a horrible run in the heat.
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