terrified at just how long i've now been shrugging off writing my dreams down. imagine dreams less as an endless
incoherent stream & more as a rigid canon. like in my lifetime i only get one night of dreams to have on july
8th, 2022, one night of dreams that seem random but have to be informed by my particular place in life at
that time. & if i don't write them down then the july 8th, 2022 dreams are lost, a real gap in a continuity. it's
like my most personal representation, my only pure "canon," other than my waking life exactly as it is...