I wanted to write about what I dreamt last night. I kept waking up to sounds of someone walking around who doesn't live here, at least not anymore perhaps. I thought at one point my hand was being gently squeezed around 03:00, I moved my hand a bit and it ceased. I heard foot steps, not much else.
I'm probably going to sleep peacefully tonight what with my sleeping pattern lagging. This doesn't happen too often but it's ok when it happens. At least I don't need to wake up early the morning after and it's the weekend so it's all fine. If only I could remember what it was that I dreamt. It seems as it flew away from my memory.
It held a significance that I may never again know. Funny thing how dreams can be so vivid, and we remember their vividness; yet they fade as fast as they were conjured by our subconcious.