I agree, this is fascinating. I have long since been plague to either having vivid nightmares or no dreams at all. Lately, in this past year, I've had more dreams, but they always seem to be incredibly erotic or sensual, even if what happens in them is not supposed to be considered as such.

Reading this made me think of going over your house in Catholic school and my deep yearning to always be outside in your backyard, which I considered to be a great place of mystery, and I guess magic. Thinking about it now evokes a feeling of mystical whimsy. And I remember being 12 or whatever age and delving into paganism and witchcraft rituals, worshipping the moon and directions and elements, which I have continue to put importance in.

I want to say we should hang out soon, but I'd rather it be that we run into each other and have nothing else better to do but sit and talk.