KD in LA

I don’t usually have dreams that really make me think and reevaluate life. Most of my dreams, in fact, are completely random and make little sense at all. Not that dreams usually make a ton of sense, but really, mine are usually crazy, completely nonsensical, and sometimes just strange and freaky. I dunno what it was about the one I had last night, but right as I woke up I began thinking about it. Even before entirely waking up, I was trying to find a solution to whatever problem my dream was presenting to me. Obviously, I was half asleep, so my immediate solution made no realistic sense, but even then I was grasping for something. 

I’ve had a lot of drama for most of this year. It’s been difficult and heartbreaking, to say the least. And I’m still trying to get over a lot of what’s gone down. I figure that as the new year unfolds I should take it as an opportunity to finally move on and change myself for the much better. I have a few goals but they are big ones and will require the breaking of many unfortunate habits of mine. I think last night, as I was having the dream, I was given a chance to see that I really need to live out these goals of mine. 

The dream gave me a freaky sense of perception. It wasn’t exactly me becoming aware of something I had done but more me becoming aware of the reality of another and my role in their lives. It was a pretty horrible dream, it had a lot of violence, and the violence ran throughout its two different sides. But both sides made perfect sense. Even as I was taking my time to awaken I was trying to evaluate what had just happened. And I came to the conclusion very quickly. I learned something very valuable from that very long, two sided dream. I’m glad I did too. It’s given me a chance to move on a bit more. Which is what I’ve been doing just these past few days. Finding ways to move on. 

I hope you blow them all away. I know you will.