My love of writing must be becoming a habit. I started to write last night, got interrupted and failed to get back to it. All night long my dreams were filled with the regret of a failure.
When you stop and sit silently and let your mind wander, what kind of dreams do you dream?
Is it in colour, or black ‘n white?
Who is with you, or are you all by yourself?
What does your dream smell like?
How does it make you feel?
Free yourself and dream at least for a little while today!