Dream Journal

Short, deep nap. . . . In the dream I achieve telekinesis after long hours of practice in my mind. I’m staying at this place with a friend who can do it. So I really push myself and finally I move the candle across the bathroom. It was all so real. After a while, we drive into a small town with only a few buildings. I’m spontaneous and fun and my friends are too. We talk about the new blue truck in town, and the berries it holds. We climb onto the general store, jump from the roof, and each land in the dirt parking lot with an individual flair. We get in our big white truck. The scene is incredibly familiar.