Exhausted Day Dream - 12:22pmPST/MON/12/25/2023
Reaching for a dream amidst an urgent race for a dog’s life
And there he was in a dream, with more mixed messages than me. Was there no place to sleep? I wanted to sink in, quietly. He asked “is there room for me?” as I balanced resting on the edge of his lap, detached, looking away from desire. I could not have him holding a wish.
On my side, I turned away in a cold stare of aching, for him not to see, but let him sleep. He had a long day, forklifting my dream. I had nothing to ask, other than why did he have me so close, next to him, on top the same sheets? Quiet breaths passing, my heart confused, breathing through passive rejecting, as he was starring at the ceiling or already in sleep.
Each second ticked, a whole night passing a minute of the longest take. Then I felt his feet reach across my leg. Barefoot, still in jeans. An arm past my waist, holds him elevated, as he sings soft and sweet. “I want you so bad.” He turns to me, as I reach. “You needed sympathy,” sung caring and true. Honestly, I do. I see his face, the most beautiful dark hair and depth in eyes I ever knew.
Just like a picture, he is a dream of home. Perfect in simplicity. Without mind for place or past or understanding, I am channels open flowing waiting, recognized in who he is. Here with me, we have touched only in this dream, waiting a lifetime to meet. His warmth so sweet.
I wake, like I’m looking through the blinds for him to appear, burned into mind right next to me. I love you eternally. Sleeping in plain clothes, who bothers to change. We are in the unknown gathering strength for the truth to spill. - I think I’ve seen a ghost.
This journal snippet alludes to…
Currently unassigned / unpublished episode