I dreamed I traveled. Over and over, the drunken sleep of morning repeated itself in variations of trains, subways, transit halls, and underground escalators. Like a broken record, the scenario played out where I was constantly in motion, constantly about to go.
The thing is, though, that I spent more time in between trains, more time on the platform, than I actually did going somewhere.
Dreams speak so loudly, sometimes. It's impossible not to hear what they are saying.
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