Monday, August 21, 2017

The Difference Between Us

I awaken from dreams of a flood, where Katie and were swept away in a raging torrent, only to find ourselves, after a few misadventures, floating gently down a stream on a perfect sunny afternoon, and climbing out onto the banks somewhere in Queens.

(This is pretty normal for my dreams, and probably says something about my basically optimistic nature: a disaster turns into something fairly benign, and everything ends up for the best.)

I open my eyes next to Katie, who's already beginning to stir, and tell her everything I remember about my dream, since she was in it.

"Were there eels?" she asks sleepily.
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One year ago: Eating Feelings
Two years ago: And Not Fictional
Three years ago: The Way "Cranky" Works
Four years ago: The Fabric of Our Lives

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