{"id":5332,"date":"2018-01-24T18:13:04","date_gmt":"2018-01-24T23:13:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/?p=5332"},"modified":"2018-01-24T18:13:04","modified_gmt":"2018-01-24T23:13:04","slug":"dream-season","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/the-vault-of-dreamers\/dream-season\/","title":{"rendered":"Dream Season"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-large wp-image-5333\" src=\"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien-450x443.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"450\" height=\"443\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien-450x443.jpg 450w, https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien-300x295.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien-768x755.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien-250x246.jpg 250w, https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/01\/ShesGoingUp.C.OBrien.jpg 781w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 450px) 100vw, 450px\" \/><\/a>Every night lately, I wake from dreams. In one, I flew over a cliff of falling water as wide as half a planet. Once a lady with a red lantern floated up with a silver balloon into an evening sky of planes and missed her ride. Last night, I sank in a collapsing hole of sand before strangers pulled me free.<\/p>\n<p>The dreams linger into my daylight and hover at the edge of my imagination as if expecting me to do something with them. I have no idea what that might be. Uncertainty prevails. The best I can do, it seems, is claim them as my own.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every night lately, I wake from dreams. In one, I flew over a cliff of falling water as wide as half a planet. Once a lady with a red lantern floated up with a silver balloon into an evening sky of planes and missed her ride. Last night, I sank in a collapsing hole of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":5333,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[445],"tags":[464],"class_list":["post-5332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-the-vault-of-dreamers","tag-dreams"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5332"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5332\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5334,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5332\/revisions\/5334"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}