i’d consider myself to be in a fairly peaceful place in life right now, but my subconscious seems to think different. these past couple nights, i’ve had two dreams that ended in physical altercations. i can’t remember the one last night as the details are fuzzy, but i remember waking up thinking ‘damn why did i have to do that?’ i came home a bit early from work today. as soon as i laid in bed, bagel joined and we napped. when i got up, i recollected the dream i had. i was on the basketball court hooping. this older guy came up to me and said something. i don’t know what he said, but i punched him so hard in the jaw. they say you can’t punch in your dreams, but that one went off. i felt so bad in the dream that i left immediately. afterwards, i ran to another court to hoop. then i woke up.
now i’m writing about it, thinking about things i may have compartmentalized that i have yet to unpack.
-ratha, 7:15pm, 3.14.22