Material Girl

My dreams are typically downers: Dreaded relapses into severed relationships. Transportation tragedies. Elevator quirks.

But the past two nights have been lovely.

Wednesday brought me racks full of luxurious, dressy new clothing. Last night, a freshly built, spacious new home.

In both, I was resistant. Then accepting. Then thrilled.

My real-life interests are different. My home is small, ancient and cluttered. My favourite clothes reconstructed or just plain old.

But I loved the expansiveness. The excitement. The fresh new starts.

That’s four good dreams, now.
I think I’m on a roll.

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