I Had That Dream Again Where I Was Lost For Good In Outerspace
I don't think I want to have nightmares anymore. I don't think I want to wake up like this for the rest of forever. I like startlement at 3 a.m. and delirious ramblings about something pleasant I can't even remember and being wrapped in a blanket with maybe a movie on somewhere in the distant background. Or I'd take the stars singing me to sleep again; yes, with sometimes the moon peeking at me, chiming in. I'd trade pillows for a shoulder. I don't think I'm all that strange. But this lateness feels too lonely now to keep me until dawn, and so I must sleep, unguarded, unguided, unfriended, sneaking in hoarded voicemails.
Please don't call me cryptic. I just don't think I want to have nightmares anymore.
Please don't call me cryptic. I just don't think I want to have nightmares anymore.
posted by juxtaposer at 4:18 AM
6 Comments:
I bet you can stop them by not thinking about them. That's how I got rid of my dreams.
Acording to dream theory people only remember the dreams they are having while they are waking up
According to dream theory, dreams are just a theory *grin*
I don't want to stop dreaming entirely, stevo. I think it's the change in altitude and the homesickness and all the change that is triggering it. Not emotional trauma as is usually the case.
Oh right, you like dreaming. I'll never understand that about people.
A dream? About me? How flattering!
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