Sorry I'm Late

I was exploring the pages of my past journals in an effort to understand my current journal.
The mission I originally set to was never actually fulfilled. However, I revisited a couple of past entries detailing vivid dreams and visions and ideas that have only made it from head to the paper.
One of these writings, in particular, inspired me to share with you some of the creations that constantly happen in my brain.
And because I don't want you in my head (that could potentially be painful) or trying to make sense of things that I would rather leave senseless on the unvisited pages of my comp. books, blogging seemed like a decent thing to try.

By the way, blog. Doesn't that sound like some slimy, yet still kind of stiff (like flubber) synonym for vometing? I think so.

Anyway, I refuse to ever abandon writing in my journals. But they need a place to breathe.
I had a very peculiar dream over a year and a half ago. It continues to interrupt my normal day dreams and working stories. Maybe if I share it with you, the dream will leave me at peace.

Love, alexis.