Catherine...
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I never remember my dreams, well I guess I shouldn’t say never, because I remember this dream, but I can’t even think of the last time, other than this time right now, that I woke up knowing a little bit about what had gone on in my head while I was asleep. It was a strange dream, and it was over very quickly. I was in the city for some reason. I can’t recall where I was headed or where I had been, but I paused, just for a few seconds. I was perfectly motionless, right in the middle of the city. It was still autumn, because the sidewalk was littered with maple leaves — they were so yellow — but I knew it was almost winter because of that hush in the air, you know what I mean? When it’s not quite winter yet but it’s like the weather is holding its breath for minute? It was like that. And I looked around, at the trees, at the leaves on the ground, at the people rushing down the sidewalk in their coats, and then I started moving again. I swirled in circles and I was everywhere. I picked up the leaves and scattered them. I was the wind. I dreamed I was the wind. Isn’t that odd? Then I woke up and it was over. Just like that.
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