I wish I had more to write
but my tiredness wins
especially since it’s coupled with a curiosity
to see what waits in my dreams.
Who will I meet?
In what circumstance?
What will we do?
Will it be someone I saw just today
or a face from my past?
What will they do?
What story will I weave tonight?
Who will win?
Will there be tears,
It’s almost as if I’m going to see a movie,
except it’s starring myself
playing out some version of my life.
But perhaps tonight
the screen will stay black.
Maybe just the effort of fishing out a face and weaving a plot
will be too much.
tomorrow I will rise slightly different
be it from a trip down the rabbit hole
or a gentler rest in the soft pastures of my mind.
written june 12.15, before going to bed.
I’ve always had a fascination with dreams. When I was younger, I had the craziest dreams with some pretty intricate plots. Nowadays my dreams are more realistic, but they still surprise me, especially in who cameos or stars in them. I’ve been experimenting to see if I can control who I see in my dreams, and sadly, I’ve discovered that there’s a limit to what I can do. So, dreams remain a mystical, almost magical aspect of my daily life.