For as long as I can remember, I have had this one recurring dream – that of living in a glass house on a beach somewhere. I’m laying in this wide bed with white sheets, blankets, and pillows, and the doors to the balcony are open, letting in the warm breeze, causing these white gauzy curtains that draped over the windows and doors to flutter across the room like silent ghosts.
Someone said to me that maybe it’s linked to my feelings of isolation and loneliness that I sometimes have, but I don’t think so.
To me, it means that I’m still trying to find my place in this world.
I feel as if I’m locked up behind the walls of a glass prison with no hope of escape.
This is my reality, my dream, and my nightmare.
My glass house on the beach.
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