I’m often walking in my dreams. It is usually daylight and I am generally walking through landscapes. I walk alone, as I do in the mornings. No one troubles me or speaks to me. I am calm during these perambulations, though I am usually going somewhere, though these destinations are rarely known. Last night I got there. Well, almost. I go to the city that I’d intended to go to and a man told me where to catch the bus. I imagined the journey in my head. I was almost there and that felt good.
