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I dreamed strange things last night. I remember something about having to take a bus to and from Ottawa. I don’t know what I had to do in Ottawa, though. I remember more about the bus trip out of Ottawa.

I can’t figure out why, but there’s a huge part of me that just doesn’t want to talk about the dream. Like if I write it down, it won’t be mine anymore. What an odd feeling.

3 Comments

  • mithoviel

    February 9, 2001 at 2:56 pm

    I know that feeling…there are also dreams that are so surreal you can’t do them justice with words.

    I had a dream a two nights ago that was so terrible I didn’t even write it down.

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      February 9, 2001 at 2:58 pm

      It’s strange… it’s not like it was surreal, but it feels as though it was personal in a way I can’t seem to understand. There was nothing about it that seems too personal to share, it’s nothing related to my life as it is right now, or even as it has ever been in the past… it just seems like I don’t have the right to tell the story.

      • Anonymous

        February 10, 2001 at 11:50 am

        ottawa dream

        maybe it was a message being sent directly to you, only for you. maybe no one else is supposed to know what it is about because it only has significant meaning to the dreamer. hmmmmm. someone’s trying to reach you!!! 🙂

        -jinx