Dream Journal: 2017-04-14.01

I dreamt that I slept. No shit. Straight up, that’s it. My spirit perched on the head board of my bed in the form of a crow and watched my body sleep soundly for eight fucking hours. It returned to my flesh in the microsecond between the phone screen lighting up as the time app marked the hour of the alarm and the sound of the alarm beginning.

I saw my body’s movement quirks and heard 2am farts and waited out the time peacefully and in abiding solitude.

It felt like a preparation and this afternoon I received some news that made me grateful for the down time.

I’m ready. Let’s go.