Last night my nightmares came back with a vengeance. I fell asleep, completely exhausted, and was quickly whisked into the future. Dreamtime knows no boundaries, no rules. Nightmares can do anything. They are all powerful and in my mind, in this particular state, they are real.
I was homeless. I smelled bad, my clothes were rough, torn, dirty and not my own. I had a hat but my hair was stringy and dirty underneath and it itched. I was hungry. My belly twisted against the back of my spine and the only bright spot of this particular nightmare was that it occurred to me that I was finally thin.