two dreams
The first:
I’ve had frequent dreams lately about a girl I grew up with. We weren’t particularly close, more acquaintances than friends, and I haven’t talked to her since Environmental Science my senior year of high school.
I think I know what this dream is about, what she represents - an alternate path I sometimes regret not taking.
Hypothesis:All the worlds that almost were matter just as much as the world we’re in. Corollary: those hidden worlds cause us great pain.
Which, of course, reminds me of this previously shared quote.
The second:
For years now, when I dream of Toronto, I dream of a neighborhood that doesn’t exist. It’s part Kensington Market, part sound stage in appearance. The location of the neighborhood shifts. It’s just around this corner, it’s just down this street - but, ultimately, unreachable. I will always be too far or too late.
The catalyst for this dream isn’t as clear. There is longing there, yes. So much time has passed. But why keep returning to this same fake location when there are so many real ones to draw from?
Both of these dreams are a reprieve from the usual - the same cast of characters, the repitions, the tracing over of time and circumstance, hoping for a different outcome.
2:24 p.m. - 2023-09-05