the trouble with angels (maybe i should keep a dream journal)

the night before last, i had a dream about two girls growing up in a convent. one brown-haired, one blonde. they were happy together, running silently through the pews during mass–there was a grey light coming in the windows. but as they grew older, one of the girls desperately wanted to leave. at the end, she looked sick, worn out. standing barefoot in the grass without clothes, the nuns wrapped an old green blanket around her shoulders. she wanted a different life, and i saw her through the eyes of the brown-haired girl who didn’t know what to feel.