last night, i was in a dream that was very deep , it almost felt real. it did feel real. i felt like i was sinking. it felt real. the kind when you wake up with a smile. or you wake up heavily. or you wake up disgruntled. wondering why you woke up at that very moment. or why you couldn't wake up any earlier. when you feel each and every word someone speaks to you when you can't actually hear what's being said , in the dream. all i wanted to eat were my wontons in the dream . but the waiter took forever. and i still don't understand why i received crawfish and shrimp covered in barbecue sauce when i didn't even order that, in the dream. i can feel laughter. because it is odd. i love food too much. i invite full course meals into my dear sleep. but i would rather dream that dream than to dream a dream of invasive human beings that i don't want in the privacy of my dreams.
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their voices forced themselves into my room last night. drunken voices fighting with other drunk voices. sentences recited that they didn't remember this morning. name calling. aggressiveness. in the privacy of my room. voices made way. i didn't welcome them. but i felt them. every emotion they felt, covered me and my every object in this room. at ease. i felt. because i was able to type some words to what i had heard. and you know, how real words don't let you sleep til they make their presence known to whatever media they can - paper, notepad, berry, word - whatever. now, the same people are playing "shake that monkey" by too short. if only you knew where i am.
anyhow, i get dressed now a days to go to no place. no place at all. but i have fun in it all. because it's free. because it's fun. because it's me.
