Last night I dreamt I was still together with my ex-husband. The issues that resulted in our divorce were present in the dream and I was very relieved when I opened my eyes and realized it was only a dream.
There are times in which to myself I invent my own narratives between dreaming that I implement into the dreams and shape. This creates such a bizarre melding of the real and that which is not, it becomes difficult to tell where one starts and ends as they are all too similar. They often morph and take on a life of their own once dreamt but still are as desired and imagined.
I don't drink soda on the regular. I'll have it like once in a blue moon if that. The funny thing is, I have the biggest sweet tooth ever, but kicking soda to the curve was never an issue for me despite it having tons of sugar.
But I'll stab you if you take my cake batter ice cream away from me.
-I've never broken a bone, nor needed stitches. -My favorite soda is Mountain Dew. -I don't have a specific band that I listen to when I write, but I find that music does help get me in the creative mood when I've been in a writers block mood. -I prefer strawberry milk over chocolate milk. -I'm about to turn 20.