I remember a few years ago in my senior year of high school where my English teacher had asked the class to write an essay on your dreams. It could be latest dreams or dreams you remember from your childhood. I basically wrote down bullshit at the last minute just to get a grade. There was one that was an actual dream though, but it happened four years later after I half-assed my way into an A. Something to do with the feeling of entrapment from depression. I woke up and didn't even try to piece it together or try and fall back asleep. I just wrote it down on a piece of scrap paper. I didn't realize it was the same thing until I went through my old writings trying to clear out my google drive yesterday. Now, I want to rewrite the entire dream with what had happened because it is how I feel inside. How I am trapped, watching myself play out my life when I feel like I have no control over it.
-Ginger Daile
