like it or not...it's mine
and this is odd in two ways.
First because I rarely ever remember my dreams.
Second, because in my dream I was in a plane crash...over water. Amazingly, I survived. But of course I lost everything I had with me. Including my identification. Birth certificate, license, sin card. Gone, all of it.
In essence, I no longer existed.
A very bizarre feeling...
posted by Steph at 9:25 PM
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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