I'm dreaming again. For a long time I wasn't having dreams at night. Most of my nights in Mexico were dreamless. Every once in a while I'd have a dream, but it was usually lightweight, nothing of substance.
For the past three nights I've had dreams. Some of them are easily relatable to my daily, waking life. Dreams about Luis, dreams about jobs. But some aren't so easily deciphered.
But I feel better having dreams. Somehow I think they clear out my mind of stray thoughts that would otherwise just rattle around and distract me.
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