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The fascination of dreams is how little control we have, yet how revealing of who we are. |
Dreaming Dreams, shifting shapes, colors and hues, pulling me in and out of consciousness Fine lines and definition, visits from friends not seen in many years, clear and concise, blurred Dreams, shifting objects, standing in a house one minute, a grass field the next The home of my youth, bright and cheery, family occasions, a birthday, reunions, on a boat Dreams, saturated in color then muted then dreary then frightening Delicately held together, watching myself fall, watching my child plunge, then it’s not my child Dreams, conversation, cacophony, silence Talking to myself, inside my head, speaking one minute to him who the next minute becomes her Dreams, touching, reaching yet out of reach continuously Warm in a car, cold in the snow, touching another, exciting nerves in the most erotic places Dreams, emotions, scents, sensations, cold-sweats, Is it real? Unaware of tears collected on my pillow My body wakes, consciously jealous, sad, elated, confused, wanting to stay asleep, eager to wake It’s only a dream... when I’m awake. In slumber, my reality. |