it was probably too much grocery-store sushi for supper that sparked the series of vivid dreams last night. i was running so much in my dream that i woke up at 4, tired and overwhelmed. the dreamscape was a blur amalgamation of some indistinct village of sorts, and my own estate now. it was dusk, and i ran back and forth between the two places, meeting strange things and weird creatures all the time. i don't know why i kept running, or why the dreamscape was what it was, or what were all the strange things around me -- only an indelible, all-encompassing sense that i was scared, an uncertainty that perhaps i had made some mistakes, and maybe left someone, something, important behind. for all the vividity of last night's dreamland, the only thing lacking was any clarity at all.