I’ve been dreaming hard lately. they have been dreams of love, tremendous love. affection and swimming deep in the current. I find it blissful. they are mixed in with steady streams of anxiety over travel. always losing my ticket, inability to figure out which day it was I am flying. missing my flights. not making it to the airport. I am always going to the airport in every dream, but can never seem to get there. it’s akin to running in a dream. this does not cause anxiety tho. what causes anxiety in my dreams if the usual aspect of some sort of dooms day, deliverance, mass destruction of cities. fires burning, sky scrapers falling.

these are my reoccurring themes. the dreams are heavy. they are filled with magic, power, love and hope. they are not dreams of terror. there’s sometimes an aspect of frustration. but there’s a strong theme of overwhelming love and passion. passion takes many forms.

hand delivered. to my psyche.

I am ready. and receptive. to fall again. it probably wouldn’t take a whole lot. someone close enough to walk my way and I’d be all in.

I am already in love. I always have been. the object of my affection changes. I even love finland. tremendously. I like it here.

can’t wait.