When I first lived in my cabin in BC, I read all day long. A month or more would pass and I wouldn’t see anyone. I would wake up, grab a book, and read all day–day after day. Nothing to distract me, just reading.
After awhile, I started dreaming in words. Sometimes I would read, fall asleep, and in my sleep I would continue to read the book. Other times, I had dreams that had nothing to do with my current read, but I had to read them. The dreams weren’t in pictures but in words.
