Frame of Reference

These dreams I've been having lately. I don't remember all of them, but I remember how I feel. The feelings last even when the details don't.

I always try to fit this writing into a box. I try to make it something or try to turn it into something else. It never works. All it is, is a place for me to write what I know, what I feel, experience, see, think... I have occasionally thought, what if I had something like this from my grandmother, or my mother. How much would I cherish that? I'm not pretending to think that ANYONE would be interested in this whatsoever. It's just thoughts.