Dreamed I had lost the ability to write. Met a girl, we hit it off, she had to leave town, so I wanted to give her my number and email address. Tried to write it all down. My letterforms came out garbled, incomplete, illegible. Like I had a stroke or something. It was kinda traumatic. Literally the definition of trauma: a dream.
It makes me concerned for my future.
Of course, this was inspired by my past: last night, jaggedly writing an entry in my journal. I need to continue the practice of handwriting more, because my muscles are getting sloppy. But not that sloppy, eesh. Even my typing is waning, because I spend much of my day swiping and tapping.
I should spend more concern in my present.