Jan. 13th, 2015 06:43 pm
Calling me to say... come home...
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mortalcityI had a dream I was home. I don't know where it was - not a real place, or at least not one I consciously remember. It was a little like the house in Freeville, but my brain knows that house is gone and I'm not getting it back, so it was somewhere else.
But it was a house, and it was mine, and it was quiet and safe, surrounded by trees and set back from the road. Nothing much happened in the dream. I woke up just before dawn, went outside in the blue-gray mist, watched and got cold while it started to snow heavily. I was so happy to see snow again.
And then I woke up for real and I'm in fucking Florida again and I'm pretty sure I will never really escape this place. The house we're in now is fine, but it's not ours and we don't know how long it's going to be until they tell us we have to leave (because we always do) and it's still freaking Florida.
I hate it here. I want to go home.
But it was a house, and it was mine, and it was quiet and safe, surrounded by trees and set back from the road. Nothing much happened in the dream. I woke up just before dawn, went outside in the blue-gray mist, watched and got cold while it started to snow heavily. I was so happy to see snow again.
And then I woke up for real and I'm in fucking Florida again and I'm pretty sure I will never really escape this place. The house we're in now is fine, but it's not ours and we don't know how long it's going to be until they tell us we have to leave (because we always do) and it's still freaking Florida.
I hate it here. I want to go home.