I wrote this post two days ago after the events of the night.  There were two other posts I wanted to publish first but I wanted the writing of this one to be fresh, rather than a days-later recollection.

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I’ve had many good sleeps recently.  And then there was last night.  I awoke into fuzz at 03:00, 06:00 … Who knows when?

I dreamt …

I was writing a report about sleeping.  Or was it about dying?  Anyway, I was hurrying to catch a bus because somebody needed that report right away.

Within this story, there were jolts of other images:

Two muscular and sweaty men having sex

Something being stitched together lovingly

Falling down … into a bottomless blackness

Etcetera

For seemingly hours (minutes?) I didn’t know if I was asleep or awake.  I had no answer to where and when, and certainly not who.

Lost in a mist

Neither here nor there

And there was a beauty within that cloud.  A smile came amid the disorientation.

A later awakening to sunshine had me wondering:

What was that?

Is my mind slowly sinking in the west?

And somehow, somehow … could all still be well?

I’d say the answer is “Yes”