I had a dream last night. A dream that I haven’t finished and that’s left a bizarre sensation in me.
All I remember from my dream is a feeling. Which I cannot describe.
Several times today I found myself lost, thinking about my dream, trying to recreate the flow of events that lead to that feeling. I remember no events. But that feeling lingered on like an aftertaste.
And whenever I feel this aftertaste it’s like butterflies are flying around in my stomach and my heart skips a tenth of a beat. It only lasts a second but it’s so overwhelming!
It’s not sadness and it’s not joy, it’s somewhere in between. It’s like being in love and wanting to cry at the same time.
I didn’t know we were able to remember feelings, unattached from events, just lonely, shapeless feelings. I wish to keep this one with me forever although I can feel this feeling slipping away as if the cap of the bottle it was kept in is slowly being opened.
I’ve written this to remember the day I dreamt of a feeling.
The images below are so in tune with my state.
1&2: Zara’s photostream