Speak Dream

Last night I had a disturbing dream. I dreamt that I was visiting an old friend at a hospital. This friend was diagnosed with some rare terminal illness, and he had 1-2 days left to live…

Over the years I’ve made it a habit to jot down my dreams in a journal. When I look back on its pages and try to re-read my old entries I’m struck by how strange they are. Most of my dreams involve complex story lines. Some are scary. Others are downright strange and surreal. Read the rest of this entry »

I  had some free time in the past couple of weeks, and decided to spend most of it de-cluttering my closets and reorganizing my personal space. I hadn’t realized how much junk I had accumulated over the years. I was brought up to never throw anything away that could still be used, and I found myself staring at empty plastic containers, boxes, and stacks of photocopies dating back to the 1990’s. Read the rest of this entry »