Tell me what you dream about.
I have a vivid dream about oceans and sky and various creatures.
I dream about having a pet called Kittymouse, and about escaping from a serial killer.
I realize I don't know how to tap into my unconscious mind for creativity.
I dream about a library and a makeover, and realize I think I'm pretty enough.
Today's guest post features a prose poem by Ré Harris, written after waking from a dream.
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