5.28.2010

I love dreaming.

Last I night I had a dream and it was mostly chaotic but at some point it was vivid: William and I were on a bike ride along a desolate road in Arizona and at some point we stopped and I could see the red and purple hues behind him. And the mountains were so golden, they radiated the valley and I didn't want him to miss it so I excitedly pointed it out. And he turned around and admired the sun setting behind the flat top and then he pointed off to the right of it at a bright red mountain and started rambling about Sedona. But there it was- I squinted hard and saw the Golden Gate Bridge.