Last night I dreamed of a tiny room. I’m not sure where the room was, but elements in the room were familiar. A dresser, knick knacks, a bed spread… random things that seemed so familiar to me.
I was looking for something in the room… I can’t remember what I was looking for now. I looked in the drawers, in the closet, everywhere. But I couldn’t find it and I began to get very agitated.
I woke up with the strangest feeling. It was a feeling of lingering familiarity and still the hint of agitation from not being able to find what I was searching for.
I wonder what it all means, if it means anything at all.