It’s been a while since I’ve written because thee minute I moved to Austin my dreams subsided. I used to dream of airports and endless wanderings around airport malls, however I no longer dream of being lost. The reason being (the only reason I can think of) I am found. Sure that’s cliche, but perhaps there’s some truth to it. I feel more at peace than I have felt in a long time and, even though my life is just as much if not more fucked up, I am finally where I should be. I belong in Austin, Puff belongs in Austin and together we are . happy (although happiness, in my eyes, is all relevant).
Now that my airport dreams have ceased, a new terror haunts me. I dream of camp (Sanborn Western Camps in Florissant, Colorado). My dreams are that of the horror movie nature and I frequently wake up in a cold sweat. I can no longer remember specific details, but I know I am in a horror film watching people die. I am frequently next to a body of water and children are usually involved. Either, I am trying to save the children or they are trying to kill me (there is no in between). For now, this is the only information I have.
I will do my best to record my dreams the moment I wake up to continue my research and quest for self identification. That much I can promise.