brokenpurplecrayon

sometimes, i’ll wake up in the morning from a particularly vivid dream.  one of those dreams that, while you’re in it, you may realize you’re dreaming, but the experience is so real, that the place, the circumstances, and experiences could be real.  when i wake up, i have a brief moment of disorientation, distinguishing reality from the dream world.

once in a while, i get to remember these dreams and document them for when time fades the memories.  sometimes, they dissipate almost immediately upon the onslaught of consciousness. and even rarer still, sometimes, when i crawl into bed, between crisp cool sheets, i get a rare glimpse of the dream from the night before.  a wisp of familiarity. i know better than to try to grasp at such ghosts – my intention can only mangle what my unconscious played out so beautifully for me the night before.

i wonder, though, why so often i dream of being back in school?