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I’m traversing on my bike through a beautiful mountainside landscape that’s understood to be in some other part of the world. Everything feels so real and detailed. I can feel the wind. I can hear the crunch of gravel and dirt on my Saucony shoes. I can smell the rich scent of the trees that resemble evergreens. I pass through a cavern that transforms into an apartment residence. For some reason my mom is alive but I don’t see her around yet. I ride on down a slope. I struggle on my phone to text her – not even sure if she has a phone or not. I run back up and talk with her. It doesn’t make sense to my waking life mind but my dream mind is just going through the motions. Apparently, she was just in a coma for the past year or so. I’m in tears because it feels so real. Something’s wrong with her finger cause it’s bleeding. I help her put on a band aid.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demand to know. “I’ve missed you so much! I can’t even...”
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Waking up at noon.
Cereal with Banana, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Tea.
Dealing with scheduling all afternoon.
Running errands.
Eggs. English Muffin. Spinach. Avocado. Coffee.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Leftover Spaghetti with Kale and Baguette for dinner.
Lots of chores.
Organizing some things at the studio.
Ana and I have more serious talks about the relationship.
Sleep late.
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