Winter here is tree branches coated in ice plus a generous sprinkling of snow on top, to bury the ev
Winter here is tree branches coated in ice plus a generous sprinkling of snow on top, to bury the evidence. I walk down the street, and the snow sings a crrrunch-crrrunch-crrrunch… swallowed up by the silence, provided by the blanket of snow coating everything. A complete life cycle of sound. Last night, I dreamt restlessly, relentlessly. Sad dreams, broken hearted dreams, fearful dreams. Dreams to haunt me all day, all week, maybe longer. In one of these dreams, a familiar man. One I went to highschool with. He was a calming presence, there to save me from some of the despair I encountered. I don’t know why it was him; I haven’t thought of him in months. He’s one of those people you’re Facebook friends with but never really see in real life. We used to run into each other all the time at the grocery store in the old neighborhood I lived in, but then he moved away to go back to school, and we’ve only seen each other’s life updates on Facebook. He’s not a total stranger in a sense, but he’s not really a friend, either. (I did, however, have a bit of a crush on him 17 years ago, when we were still in highschool. Does that count for anything?) I woke up with a nagging feeling of strangeness. I looked him up on Facebook, realizing I actually haven’t seen any updates from him in a while, but couldn’t find him. I found his sister, though. No sign of him. Then, I stumbled upon his name. A placeholder, profile picture greyed out, inactive. Maybe he just took a social media hiatus. Was I actually going to send him a note and tell him about my dream? Maybe. I’d just ask how he’s doing and tell him he was a comforting, if totally random presence in a dream I had last night. And maybe he’d think I’m incredibly strange. I don’t know why I feel the need to tell people when I dream about them. But it somehow feels personal, like I’ve done something without their permission, and by telling them about a dream, I’m almost vindicating my subconscious. Clearing the slate. I wonder if he dreamt about me too. -- source link
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