ThirdIris

I can only remember fragments from my dreams last night.

I remember running and leaping across a vast chasm. It was as easy as jumping over a puddle. I remember thinking that leaping across great distances in that way couldn't be humanly possible, yet I had done it anyway.

I often dream that I am in a reimagined version of the school grounds I spent time in as a child. I dreamt I was laying out under the stars near the edge of the rows of trees that lined the edge of the gravel field. Suddenly, clouds rolled in and the rain came down, wetting my skin and soaking into the soil around me.