I keep dreaming about a dark sea with walls. I will try to swim or wade out and from point to point to point I keep hitting a wall—man-made and hard with beams I couldn’t see in the dark.
It always feels like a nightmare.
I need to see the real ocean, and be in my element surrounded by love and support and inspiration. I plan to return rejuvinated; dreaming of an open sea and a loving sun.
I wonder what life would be like if all the women in the world had their period sync with one another. Armageddon? Rise in bunker sales? Spike in black market Xanax deals?