Memory is a tricky thing, because it can be vague, but it can also be strangely detailed. This morning's post was a bit sentimental, partly because I've kept my blog trying to be as accurate as possible about what's going through my mind a…

In a dream, I was lost and got on a train, there was also a train on the opposite track and both were stopped. I saw my mother on the other train and I stared at her. She noticed me and we were both crying. When I have these dreams, I actu…