It was a joy. A joy of so much freedom last night. So much and so long since i have had dreams of water. So long without my dreams of waves, and water, and running. I couldn’t believe it. When i woke up in my dream, i was already moving. I remember the water was green, and blue. It felt like electricity, and life itself. I remember the moon was high in the sky, and I could almost feel the waves being pulled up.

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I dreamt of flocks of birds last night. I still don’t know why i call my sleep ‘night’. I don’t know when day ends and night begins. I don’t know how to tell my time apart from waking to dreams. Last night though, their were birds. Small brown birds. Thousands of them clinging to vines on a wall. Brown leaves falling away, and the birds were everywhere.

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