Reading The Tea

Last night was full of dreams I remembered. I had a variation on my usual Running Away from Bad People Who Want to Get Me dream. I came to a place where the only way forward was along the narrow, narrow ledge of a cliff, with nothing to hold onto and a gravel surface. As I edged my way along, I lost my balance and fell. I managed to grab the face and find a good hand hold, but there were no others I could see or feel. I realized that eventually my grip would fail, and I would fall. After an excruciating amount of time, it did, and I went falling, falling, falling. Somewhere in the falling, the dream became lucid and I realized that it was a dream, but I was still afraid of what would happen when I died in a dream — I usually wake up right before. This time I eventually hit the ground.
Later I dreamed that I was making dinner with my friend Christina (who I’ve known since I was 8 ) and that Joey (my other best friend from then) knocked on the door. We all hugged, then continued making dinner.