Since I was a kid, I’ve had dreams with the recurring theme/location of swimming pools that are murky and abandoned. I am always terrified of going near them, even the ones where the pool is mostly empty, with what looks like less than a foot of water in the bottom of the deep end, because I know that something horrible and deadly is waiting there, just out of my sight. Sometimes it’s a shark, but most of the time it’s an undefinable horror, waiting to drag me into the filthy water. More often than not I end up in the water, trying desperately to get out, trying just as desperately to not attract attention. Every time I dream of a pool, I wake up half-panicked and have to turn the lights on.
But last night was different. Last night, for the first time I can remember, the pool in my dream was clean and clear. The water felt like silk on my skin, and I spent a long time floating on my back in the shallow end, eyes closed against the warm sunlight, just kind of basking. There were other people in the pool, and sure, some of them were members of the Brazilian mafia, and I was lying to them about what I knew about an underground gambling ring, but I wasn’t worried about it. That was an afterthought. It was mostly just the beautiful pool, with water so clear I could see everything, and me, relaxed and warm and safe in the water for the first time in my (dream) life.
I feel like that’s significant, but I couldn’t tell you what it means.
It was, perhaps, a bit too early in the recovery process to go out drinking with coworkers.
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holy shitballs, that was a long fucking train ride.
i seriously can’t believe they flew a car that fucking far.
I think it maps out equivalent to like NYC -> Toronto or something? Maybe NYC -> Montreal? It’s far, but not as far as you’re imagining.
That’s actually about 45 minutes shorter than the drive between NYC and Toronto. You could make it to Hogwarts in 7 hours, easy. Even if you stopped for kolaches along the way.