Dreams and Memories
Today, it’s hard to distinguish my childhood dreams from childhood memories – I was prone to such vivid ones, I think some things began blur together. Memory is such a fickle thing. I’ve always prided myself on having a great memory, but thus is often the result of a memory clouded in darkness. You know what they say – the memories that stick with us the strongest are the ones shrouded in negative emotions. One thing is certain: I have always had an abundance of negative emotions.
