Summer Running.

My alarm started dinging at 5:00 a.m. this morning. I so wanted to sleep, even though I was having a crazy dream about my friend Julie’s family. I don’t remember the particulars, but I was trying to find her and her brother, but to reach them, I had to engage with lots of creepy figures claiming to be their family. The eeriness of that dream may be the biggest reason I didn’t close my eyes and go back to sleep. I thought about it though. I absolutely could have slept another couple of hours. Continue reading


My dreams have been disrupting my sleep. I keep a spiral notebook by my bed and was trying, for a while, to write my dreams down because sometimes they are crazy vivid. It’s a practice I started in Africa, where I would wake at times in the middle of the night and make notes in the journal that I kept inches away from my head. I’d read the notes the next morning and realize that I would have lost my dreams entirely if I hadn’t recorded them. I haven’t been doing that lately, but I had a crazy dream last night that I do remember, and I found a dream from last week that I’d started to write about in a blog post that never materialized. Continue reading