I have three recurring dreams. They're weird, and cool, and interesting, and nerve-wracking, and beautiful. They almost always end up well. Dream A) I'm on a journey, walking by a bay or a set of piers. It's dry and sandy, but there are merchants and pirates and life bustling around. I'm content, but looking forward to... moving forward. Now that I think about it, it's probably influenced by this RPG I used to play with my video game obsessed ex-boyfriend... Dream B) I'm looking at a map, and then I'm walking. You know that dashed line (like on a pirate's treasure map)? I'm following that. I'm going through Europe, and Russia, and maybe Middle-Earth and then all of a sudden, I'm in the mountains, walking beside a random stream that bubbles over rocks and disappears below in the distance. The night falls, and lights bob on a wire. It's beautiful, and I'm totally happy and at peace. Dream C) I'm in a house/mansion or sometimes a hotel. I wander the hallways and stumble upon a perfect room. It's opulent and warm, sunlight streaming in through rich velvet curtains. Baroque furnishings, like something out of Beauty and the Beast. As I leave one room, I find another even more lovely. I can never go back to the room which came before. I keep coming upon a beautiful balcony. I'm terrified that whoever owns the house will come home, but then it turns out it's mine. This is the only dream where I see members of my immediate family- mom, dad, sister, niece and nephew. ____ Listening to: A Tribe Called Quest's "Midnight Marauders."