dreams

around this time last year, I stopped dreaming. Or I couldn't remember my dreams.

those abstract pieces of my psyche that took form in the night. I lost that priviledge and at the time I didn't put too much thought into it. 

dreams for me were on and off. sometimes several sequences a sitting or I simply woke up and found myself in my bed. 

but these last couple of weeks my dreams came back. almost every night I'd be taken places near and far. and now I realize how much I missed them. 

wherever my dreams went doesn't matter, as long as they're back now.

figured this was something worth mentioning.