Dream Journal
I was sitting with my coworkers on a playground merry-go-round, the kind that someone has to run alongside and push to get spinning. There were calendars propped up along the edge of the merry-go-round and I held a large handful of red dry-erase markers.
I tried writing on the calendars, but someone kept spinning the merry-go-round faster and faster and I couldn’t hang onto the pens. I kept dropping the markers and had a hard time picking them back up while we spun around and around.
Ken laughed every time I dropped a marker, and that made me upset because he wasn’t the one getting dizzy.