Sigh

I've been collecting sleep hours and lots of dreams.

I dreamt that we both wore blue boots, his navy blue and mine light blue. Were we supposed to dive somewhere? (Who dives with boots on?) I remember sitting across from him, wondering why he refused to look my way. I remember wondering why we were wearing blue boots, too. I tried to talk to him, but he didn't budge. It irritated me. It doesn't make sense.

I dreamt about escaping a car crash with three other ladies.

I dreamt that you were leaving again. I thought I'd wake up crying, but I didn't. Maybe I've just gotten accustomed to it.

I've been collecting dreams.