Old Soul, Young Heart

I had a very vivid dream last night that I was (sorry, Philip) dating (sort of?) a guy from the show True Blood who I sort of have a celebrity crush on. We walked into my old bedroom at home and on my bed was a transcript from Heartland, which showed that I took a couple developmental math classes my freshman year. He saw them and he's like, "I'm not going to date someone who's stupid!" and he walked out. I followed him out and we argued and argued and I'm like, "I have a Master's degree! I'm not stupid!" I couldn't convince him that I wasn't an idiot, though, and he left. My mom was there and I was really upset. I felt like I was 14 again. It was one of those stupid "heart breaks" where you feel like it's the worst thing to ever happen, when it doesn't actually even matter in the grand scheme of things. And then things changed, though I was back in my old bedroom at home. Outside of my window there was a buffal...

I had a dream last night sometime between when my alarm went off and when my body instinctively woke up so that I wouldn't be late for work. The dream itself was so scary and I woke up grateful that I have never in my life felt unsafe. Safety is something that we all take for granted, I think, and I need to pay more attention to how lucky I am to have my basic needs met, while others worry about them on a daily basis.