I wish all of my dreams were linear narratives, but the truth is that most of them are fragments and vignettes, unrelated imagery and seemingly nonsensical conversations. Needless to say, I don’t subscribe to the belief that each dream has a meaning, or even an explanation. I prefer to think of them as random fabrications of my imagination taking a stroll in my subconscious.

With that in mind, sometimes I don’t wake up remembering enough to justify a blog post. Sometimes my dream fragments end up in a haiku.

not far away
a boy throwing stones
at soldiers

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