mostly end-of-the-world stuff, like tornadoes. sometimes snakes, thousands of snakes. or a dream i had last week where i was hanging out with taylor swift and her townie boyfriend (probably john mayer) and we were camping in a tent on a huge chunk of styrofoam floating on a lake and i am terrified of murky water and taylor swift and john mayer so it was really awful.
but last night i had a dream that i somehow managed to escape synthetic north texas and move to the northeast - where driving 9 hours doesn’t leave you stranded in the same state - somewhere just outside of boston. but in my dream, boston was ten minutes from new york city, where i frequently went if only to walk the streets and soak it up.
i’ve never been to either, and i know i don’t want to live in new york city, but it felt nice, like possibility. the last time i felt possibility was between getting this promotion and actually starting it. both times, it burst quickly like a bubble when i awoke.