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Memory.
Last night, I dreamed of snow.
It was one of these deep, seamless dreams that left me not quite aware of where I was when I woke, trying to sort out one sensation from the next. I'm not sure where I was... somewhere where it did not snow, but nowhere that I've properly seen in this town. Some bizarre, composite fantasy of many lives that I've lead up until this point. A little of the old, a little of the new.
The rest of the dream - the other facets, the where and why and what was happening - weren't very important. I don't really remember them now, waking, but I do remember the snow. It was very accurate, Alaskan snow that began in a peaceable flurry and progressed, over a very short period of time, to near-whiteout conditions of big, wandering flakes that billowed and billowed from the sky.
It was one of these deep, seamless dreams that left me not quite aware of where I was when I woke, trying to sort out one sensation from the next. I'm not sure where I was... somewhere where it did not snow, but nowhere that I've properly seen in this town. Some bizarre, composite fantasy of many lives that I've lead up until this point. A little of the old, a little of the new.
The rest of the dream - the other facets, the where and why and what was happening - weren't very important. I don't really remember them now, waking, but I do remember the snow. It was very accurate, Alaskan snow that began in a peaceable flurry and progressed, over a very short period of time, to near-whiteout conditions of big, wandering flakes that billowed and billowed from the sky.