A Child
I asked, “What city did I write in my journal?” I dreamt that it was nearing evening and I still hadn’t taken care of the hair on my face. I was conscious of it, not knowing how much people could see, but I wasn’t as worried as I usually would be. I dreamt that I was looking at a guy’s white shirt, trying to look at what was on it as he was moving. It had an outline of a face underneath the word “Math”. It looked like it was from a child. I was thinking it said “genius” but … Continue reading A Child