Weird

Last night, I dreamed of an ex-girlfriend from high school.

Nothing sordid or untoward, I assure you. But it was the second girl (her name was Dzintra) that I had ever dated. And it’s been a good ten years plus since I’ve spoken with her.

In the dream, we met up and fell to talking fairly easily and comfortably. There was a lot of catching up, and a lot of old jokes and mannerisms. And here’s the strangest thing: I woke up feeling remarkably good. More refreshed than I have been in weeks. And I’m unable to explain why this might be.

For the better part of the day, I was in a good mood. And all because I dreamed of a girl who, once upon a time some ten years ago I had loved, and who (I hope) loved me in return.

I was in a good mood all day, and a little disturbed all day. Dreams shouldn’t have that much power.