100 Days of Writing - 11
I was discussing dreams with a few classmates earlier this week, so I can’t be sure if that’s what prompted this reoccurring dream or not, but I dreamed I died last night. How terrifying.
They say that dreams about death are positive, and reflect a new beginning. It certainly doesn’t feel that way when you realize you’re about to slip off the window sill of a high rise and fall to your certain death. I’m willing to accept a new beginning is ahead.
Pals, broken up writes,
Convenience Stores and Von Bugle.
Spotify,
Katie
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