#drmz

They were. I was keeping a journal for a while, especially when I was in Mississippi. I was pretty diligent about writing stuff down every day. It’s interesting when you do that, because otherwise you just carry those bits and fragments around, and they usually just dissipate unless it’s a really substantial dream. And also just how, when you’re by yourself for a period of time, that can almost become dreamlike without interactions with other people by phone or by talking face to face. I’m not quite sure how to articulate it, but I definitely wanted it to have an otherness to it. By that, I mean something you can’t quite put your finger on. That’s what most of my dreams feel like. Even when you wake up, you can’t remember what your dream was, necessarily, but you have a sense of what it is. The actual goings-on in the dream might not be very apparent, but you definitely feel affected by something that took place.