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Seems like every time I have a dream now, it’s always connected to an aspect of my childhood. My parents will be there in some capacity or I’ll be in school. I wonder what that is. Could it have something to do with moving soon? In the day time I can confidently say that I’m done with those years, that I in fact see it all as a different life. My dream state is telling me different. I have baggage, frustration, anger—issues.

Most recently, I was on a school bus. I think we were heading home, but I’m not sure. In dreams, it’s a mix. Yes, that old element of say, a school bus, is there, but something new could be thrown in like—you’re on that bus headed for the equator or the sun or Taco Bell.

I’m waking up so mixed up. I remember my dreams usually three hours later. And it’s so important. Just as important as anything else.