Nic Narrates

It was one of those dreams. And it’s knocked me on my ass. I can’t think straight, can’t enunciate, can’t pick a sweater, can’t focus on the paragraph I’ve read five times now, can’t not burn grilled cheese, can’t a hundred other things. It’s been three days.

It was one of those dreams, yes, but it was not one of those dreams where everything is all perfect and dreamlike and you know you’re dreaming while you’re still in your dream. This dream wasn’t about someone else. And I wasn’t someone else. And it wasn’t about longing either.

No. Instead, there seemed to be no knowledge at all of what has happened between us. It was as if we had simply gone on being what we have always been. And it was vividly accurate, as though it actually happened- it did. But not for a long while now.

Where did this dream come from? Why now? Why this dream now?

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