New Dreams, Reason Unknown
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My dreams have changed. I don’t know why.
They’re harking back to my childhood—to the bad-old school days—dredging up long-nurtured hurts, and mashing them up with more recent pain.
What’s weird is the mood. These dreams feel good—like my psyche is tearing crusted-over scabs from the edges of old wounds and then sewing the freshly debrided tissue togethe…