I had a dream last night that I was waiting for a bus on Mass Ave. in the dead of winter. I had my face buried in my scarf, and wind was whipping into the gaps at the ends of my sleeves. My shoulders …
Since January, there have been several distinct motifs that make it into most of my remembered dreams. These are my brother, Europe/air travel (and its frustrations), subways, villains, school, and a …
Ok, so this dream was about my dad and my brother coming to Boston to visit me. It was summer, and Boston was looking extra brownstoney and like a Hollywood movie lot, with façades and …
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