Yesterday evening, I was reading one of my history books and was falling asleep, and had one of those super-quick, drift-asleep-then-wake-up-with-a-start dreams.
I was riding on a bus (so many of my dreams involve traveling, but then, I've traveled a lot in my life). I looked out the window and there was no ground. It was like on a plane – but the bus was still "rolling" – I could feel it. There weren't clouds either: just no ground… a kind of emptiness, under the houses and fields and other cars. That's it. Just a dream-snapshot.
I have been very disconnected, lately: feeling as if I'm floating above myself, too often (I mean, I get that feeling sometimes, all the time, but it has been more continuous). It is hard to explain – I associate it with a kind of low-grade dysphoria, I guess, but it doesn't have any of the other characteristics one commonly associates with depression: no negative thinking or obsessive thoughts, no frustration or anger or boredom. Just a weird detachment.
I'm not sure why I'm even writing about it, except to record it here for looking at later when I try to figure out what I was doing in this time.
[daily log: walking, 5.5 km]