My Dream

I want to be a stay at home dad.
I want to live with a female who I love and have sex with.
I want to have two children.
I want to write books that people smile while reading.
I want to publish books.
I want to coach high school basketball.
I want to have close friends who I see regularly.
I want to spend time with my family and help them with things.
I want to have a personal library.
I want to exercise regularly.
I want to not suffer from any mental disorders

This morning

Dozing in and out of sleep,
I dreamt I was holding you close.
It was like you were really here.

waking up exactly where you fall (asleep)

i’ve been sleeping on the other

side of the bed

a lot lately

i’ve been thinking about you

over there

and how perfectly you fit

yes,

there

and everywhere else

it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep anymore either

you

and

me

eyes shut

in dreams

we are more alive than ever

until we wake up

i suppose

i realise that isn’t even half of it

being alive in dreams

together

is

well,

fantastic

but nothing

(i don’t think)

is more

extraordinary

than

genuinely

you

DREAM DIARY

15/08/11

7:57 PM me: i had this one dream where i cut open my stomach and watched worms devour my innards. i watched as the worms got bigger and bigger. woke up and thought "#dark"

7:58 PM me: you were in a dream maybe, but not that one

8:06 PM me: i wish i remembered the dream with you and not the worm one

8:11 PM me: in my dream with you i just remembered feeling happy

16/08/11

I think Macauley Culkin was in my dream.

17/08/11

Specfiically remember a brown cardigan, the exact shade of brown and the texture of it on my skin.

18/08/11

I had lots of dreams but none of them made me feel anything in particular. I saw people that were my friends but their faces had changed. I made up new friends in my head.

19/08/11

I woke up with a strange feeling, like every dream was a holocaust. Burnt bodies. I had seen my future, big truths, a revelation and forgotten all of it. What was left was a shell, and I put my body into it but it did not fit me. I tried to settle into its folds but it resisted, becoming clunky and metal and cold. It was one of those times where I could not remember anything I dreamt, and I was left with just a feeling. A ghost of something. I carried this feeling around with me all morning.

20/08/11

A gymnasium, a fair, a NYC apartment, my parent's house, a street, a field, a bus, a classroom. So many faces. Yours, saying words to me, just before I wake up and my heart stops.

21/08/11

I had a dream that I was back at high school, a dream that I have very often. Only it was more like some kind of poetry school, and we were knitting poetry or something. Seemed really cool. I remember walking through work, touching the bars of cages and the sound it made reverberated in my head. That sound woke me up.

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