last night i had a series of such strange dreams, so interconnected with each other and with real life than when i woke up, i had a hard time telling what was real and what was a dream.
it was sunny out, stunningly bright and beautiful. i woke up warm and cool and happy in dan’s shirt from last night. we spent an extravagant, luxurious amount of time waking up, and my dreams interspersed the whole morning. sometimes we were hosting an imagined boozy breakfast for a friend’s family, sometimes we were making imagined breakfast plans of our own, sometimes acquaintances intruded with interrogatories. but throughout, it was still sunny and beautiful, and i was still wearing his white oxford.