sometimes i dream i have long hair. it's one of my recurring dreams. i had it again last night, it was a dream about a trip, or an event. something involving lots of people that had to be organized. the

my travel dreams are progressing. the most recent - of course, i was packing. i was going out of the country. i am currently out of the country. i had a lot to pack. i don't remember any of the things

the night of the new year i dreamt of an image i made with two friends in point lobos. in waking.life, we were sitting by the edge of a cliff, watching the sun set and the full moon rise. after making

i had no dreams. i forgot to put some mugwort under my pillow. but then again, it's been a restful reprieve. not that dreaming is a punishment. it's just a no-hands moment. my teacher wants me to be writing

first thing i did today was think i overslept. i then realized i need to get a physical clock in my room, probably to the left of my door up by the edge of the frame. i wake up often thinking i overslept

for the past six months or so, i have been writing down my dreams in hopes of finding something that could hold them together. during the first week of august, i was at a poetry workshop called HomeSchool

a couple years ago my family and i went out to visit some family friends in hawaii. my uncle norman, the type of uncle i look nothing like but feels like family nonetheless, and his husband voltaire have

i've grown accustomed to counting as soon as i enter a room. i couldn't tell you exactly when this started but that doesn't really matter now. what matters is that i'm still counting, at work, at bars,

so i hear an intro post is how most people make their way onto steemit. my friend, @anwenbaumeister has been telling me all about the platform for almost a year now and i still haven't made it on, mostly