Granola is taking over my life letter.

Dear X,

I’ve been having crazy vivid dreams every time I close my eyes. They take me down a dark windy road, and whenever I look back a dusty haze descends upon the path, and I have no idea where we are headed, or where we have come from.

Those who lead me have no faces, no names, yet in my heart I feel like I’ve always known who they are. But I don’t know if they mean me well, or are sending me to places to fend for myself.

Just last night I dreamt of a possessed raccoon- he greeted my being at a huge oak tree, a gun in his hand. Softly he beat the gun against his roughened palm, bushy tail a-swishing and grin sly. My heart quickened and face flushed, for I felt he could see through my soul at that very point. He smacked his lips and said, “Follow me.”

When I hurried to follow his turned back, I tripped on a root and crashed into him. As my fingers fell through his coat, he dissipated into a cloud of dust, shimmering as it whisked into the air and beyond.

It was then I awoke.

Love,
May