I passed out on my friend’s couch the other night after having too many drinks while playing cards, and I woke up in the dark, alone, and very confused about what was happening. I have stayed at his place a few times now and there’s no real big deal about any of what happened; however, I was devastated when I woke and went to find him, almost crying. It was an irrational moment that was embarrassing to recall the next morning, but being jarred by unfamiliar sounds from the middle of a deep, drunken, dream-filled sleep, I could not distinguish between my congruous states of lucidity. Continue reading “Day Seventy-Six: Dreams”
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