Letters to Autumn, My Life

Letters to Autumn: The 2016 Edition 18

Dear Autumn,

Dreams are a bit of a weird one aren’t they?

Especially the really vivid ones. The ones that seem to be so rooted in your actual life that when you blink awake for a little bit you wonder whether it’s actually real or not. And then you remember that even though it was kind of rooted in life there is no way that it was because one element of it was just a little bit too never gonna happen.

Now, don’t worry I’m not about to relive the dream I had of this sort last night, one because I don’t really remember it all that well at this point in the day and two well I don’t really remember it.

But it was one of those dreams that had a presence that just sort of lingered around and semi informed everything I did until up about 11. I didn’t even realise that it had gotten to 11 and was surprised that it had somehow ticked around to that time because it had somehow moved so fast and I was still a little disorientated.

I think the main reason for that is that I actually slept deeply enough to dream that vividly, I don’t remember the last time that that happened. I mean it comes around in waves me and sleep. Autumn always seems to be a time when sleep is my friend, probably because it is always around the time that I get ill and therefore I am beyond the point of exhaustion and just sort of fall into bed, curl up under my duvet and conk out. The fact that the sun stays hidden for a bit longer is always helpful. It just makes it all a bit easier and I don’t feel like the sun is mocking me.

Dreams always come with you as well Autumn. The weirdly real ones that affect the rest of my life in the real world. They don’t stick around and there is a part of me that thinks I should write them down so I can chronicle the weird. I probably won’t because…well time management is a part of that and I’m still working on that (to be honest, I feel like if I talk about how I need to improve on that often enough then the universe will also make me do it through the force or something (aka, my from my own fruition)).

Basically, I’m sleeping properly right now, I’m still a bit ill and feeling a bit like my body is falling apart but 80% of that will hopefully pass by the end of the week and my dreams are hyper realistic. Other than that, it’s just a normal week.

Oh yeah, wrist update: it’s fine now. This will be the final update.

Love,

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