As dreams tend to flow, this is disjointed and the sequence mended to appease the waking mind. Meaning is often only available to the dreamer as it is folded into the emotions evoked, as the dreamer stitches the scenes back together in the dream journal. The characters in the dreams are often representations of those we hold dear. Sometimes multiple people can be rolled into one. Strangers appear like variables in a math equation. Just filling in for continuity’s sake. Here is my excerpt from today's dream journal.

We stood in the kitchen in deep embrace, sans clothes, lips tenderly exploring. The light was so bright. details of the surroundings were blinding. My focus was on you. The connection was as one. My heart was full.

Ripped away, I was standing on a sidewalk, in front of your house on a hot summer's day. I was with, what I figured out later, was your mother. She was frustrated but I didn't know why. I was still feeling great, blind to the unfolding drama.

In the distance I could start to make out a metallic blue, 1965 Mustang Convertible. You pulled up, happy as always. I did notice that the back seat was full of 1960's type TV dinners. The colors of the boxes popped against the white interior. You were exchanging heated words with your mother. I just stood there thinking that I'll have to console you later. We didn't speak which I thought was strange.

Just then a wood-paneled station wagon pulled up. The family car that littered the streets of my youth. A tall slender balding guy opened the driver's door as I watched you run over to jump into his arms. I was gut punched watching you. Thinking you must be thinking he was me. Then as fast as it started, it ended. I woke up empty.

The void of a lost mountain built on love is as deep as the mountain high.

1
My name is Tom. I live with mom.
I have some Giant issues.
I'm such a wreck. Hang on a sec.
I need some Giant tissues.

#2
When I sneeze, there's such a breeze.
Trees and houses tumble.
They get so mad, it makes me sad
To hear the people grumble.

#3
I'd run and hide, but last I tried,
I fell and hit the ground.
The valley rumpled, the mountains crumpled—
You should have heard the sound.

#4
A young boy, only two—
I was the same as you.
I was bigger by three
And by four,
I grew more—
I was almost as tall as a tree.

#5
It’s hard to sit,
find clothes that fit,
And friends?
I’ve never had one.
They’re scared of me,
But they can’t see—
I am really fun.

#6
One morning,
without warning,
a storm began to brew.
The rain fell,
the river swelled,
and thunder rumbled through.

#7
The river rose, it spilled and flowed—
It rushed right through the town.
The people screamed,
the houses leaned,
And fences tumbled down.

#8
I stomped my foot—
a hole I put
in a field by the town.
One stomp did make
a giant lake,
must be two acres round.

#9
The river waned,
despite the rain.
The people stood and cheered.
“Oh, so brave—
the town he saved,
the Giant that they feared!”

#10
Smiling faces,
welcome places
greet me every day.
My troubles ended,
now befriended—
they invited me to stay.

#11
Ten years have passed,
my friends at last—
in peace and love I live.
I wake each day,
searching for a way
to my friends, a gift to give.

#12
One final thought—
the love I sought
was always mine to claim.
“My friend,” said Elf,
“just love yourself,
and your story ends the same.”