May 19, 2013. All night.

Green T-shirt, short gray skirt, no shoes or socks. Pink glasses, diamond stud earrings. Amulet? Behind.

I sighed as I finished the journal entry. I had the same dream every time I slept for the night. To try to find some connection, I kept a journal for what I saw and the point of view I saw it from. I packed the journal into my meeting bag – in case I accidentally fell asleep, you never know – and got dressed. I mulled the dream over then as I poured myself some tea and drank it. It was a recipe Ireland taught me years ago: Cherry blossom. I don't like Japan, but his precious cherry blossoms can be used to make some really good tea, that's for sure. But the dream didn't make any sense! It was a girl running down a hall. Big deal. I sighed, finished my tea, grabbed my bag, and went to the meeting site. I didn't pay much attention to my headache or the ringing in my ears, or even the fuzziness of my thoughts. I hadn't thought I'd needed to.

What a fool I was.