2005 July

July 2005


I have been having bad dreams lately. I guess I should say really bad dreams, to qualify. I always have bad, or at least unpleasant, dreams. The last time I remember having a good dream was when I was 6. After that they have always been nightmarish, where I’m dying, or uncomfortable, like I try to read, but I can’t because everything is blurry. And that is *really* frustrating.

Sometimes I can convince myself it’s a dream and force myself to wake up. Other times I can’t. I get chased a lot. But recently I have dreamt that people I know have died. And the heartbreak is so real in the dream, I wake up scarred. And it’s hard to believe it was just a dream and I get stuck in the melancholy death brings.

The best nights are when I don’t remember my dreams at all, but those are few and far between.

What does it take to have a good dream these days?


Portofino.


The steps we walked up at the Cinque Terre. This is not taken from the top…about halfway up.


Portofino.


The steps we walked up at the Cinque Terre. This is not taken from the top…about halfway up.


Portofino.


The steps we walked up at the Cinque Terre. This is not taken from the top…about halfway up.


One of the Cinque Terre towns.


More Water….


One of the Cinque Terre towns.

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