The Dream that Started It All Dreams are such funny things. Not only do they reveal truths about your thought process—which in that case, I’m sure Sigmund Fraud would’ve loved me as a case study—but they help inspire the imagination. *Dream* I’m in my old high school, after hours. My old backpack hangs over one shoulder as I walk through the familiar halls.The school is completely empty, just how I like it. I would usually find a little hidden nook to do homework, or sketch, or write. Easy-peasy. I know this place like the back of my hand. So why…
I read. And quilt. A lot.