Oct 2012
I laid down and closed my eyes.
They open.
Brown blurs of dust and memory sweep past as my mind is slowly centered.
A force pulls and I am walking.
Drifting though corridors of clutter, the scenes are ***** and familiar.
A decrepit house from memories past surrounds me and engulfs me whole.
I turn a corner and see her there.
The swirls of dust somehow do nothing to obscure her certain presence.
It is her.
It is her who I have longed for but could not have.
Drifting lazily but surely, I approach and make conversation.
As the words leave her mouth, suddenly everything is different.
The shadows focus and become definite.
The fog in my mind blots away.
As if a crystal clear presence .
Sweeps away the cobwebs from a dusky corner.
I know what I am.
I am a dream.
A dreaming entity who is merciless and invincible.
Her eyes are clearer than my own imagination could envisage and I know.
She is aware too.
A world of mind at my fingertips, a thrilled flourish runs up my spine and the only thing that occurs to me is.
'Run.'
Come my dearest, we must run.
The dream world is infinite.
But only in size, not in time.
My god I love her.
Grab my hand, we must hurry, must rush, for perhaps if this house grows so too will our essence.
My lungs, as they are only neurons, are free and wild and carry my thoughtful limbs to the reaches of my conscious.
We run and run.
Past the doorways and wallpaper imprinted with illusions and dreams blurring past me, I have never felt happier in my life.
I have the layout of the disorderly house of eclectic architecture.
Imprinted in my mind and I lead her around corners and past dark windows.
Photographic bits of floor and wall find my eyes and I take in every detail of them.
She is behind me and we are laughing and whispering and running.
We have stopped.
I have found a room with no other exits.
One door is slightly ajar but it is a nonthreatening closet with an array of fancy santas nestled within the dust.
I shut the doors.
She is in my arms and we are spinning and laughing and darting about the room much like two gleeful fish in an aquarium.
I fall on an aging and very welcoming couch.
In fits of laughter and take her down with me.
Her arms around my back, there is nothing that needs to exist any longer, not the house, not the memories.
Not the walls not even running.
In this dream it is now, it is here that I only wish to be close to her.
Our faces close the distance.
Our hands roam through the waters of conscious and over each other's skin.
Our.
It is our shared mind and shared dreams.
It is now that our souls are truly connected with each pass of the tongue and each glorified breath.
It is now that the house of memories is being weakened with each passing moment in this new situation.
We are an unstable force.
The dream is crumbling.
The edges of our world are closing in with light and the dust swirls madly.
The harsh physical plane is manifesting.
The cool shadows are melting.
I take in one breath.
And you
are torn apart
from me.
They open.
Brown blurs of dust and memory sweep past as my mind is slowly centered.
A force pulls and I am walking.
Drifting though corridors of clutter, the scenes are ***** and familiar.
A decrepit house from memories past surrounds me and engulfs me whole.
I turn a corner and see her there.
The swirls of dust somehow do nothing to obscure her certain presence.
It is her.
It is her who I have longed for but could not have.
Drifting lazily but surely, I approach and make conversation.
As the words leave her mouth, suddenly everything is different.
The shadows focus and become definite.
The fog in my mind blots away.
As if a crystal clear presence .
Sweeps away the cobwebs from a dusky corner.
I know what I am.
I am a dream.
A dreaming entity who is merciless and invincible.
Her eyes are clearer than my own imagination could envisage and I know.
She is aware too.
A world of mind at my fingertips, a thrilled flourish runs up my spine and the only thing that occurs to me is.
'Run.'
Come my dearest, we must run.
The dream world is infinite.
But only in size, not in time.
My god I love her.
Grab my hand, we must hurry, must rush, for perhaps if this house grows so too will our essence.
My lungs, as they are only neurons, are free and wild and carry my thoughtful limbs to the reaches of my conscious.
We run and run.
Past the doorways and wallpaper imprinted with illusions and dreams blurring past me, I have never felt happier in my life.
I have the layout of the disorderly house of eclectic architecture.
Imprinted in my mind and I lead her around corners and past dark windows.
Photographic bits of floor and wall find my eyes and I take in every detail of them.
She is behind me and we are laughing and whispering and running.
We have stopped.
I have found a room with no other exits.
One door is slightly ajar but it is a nonthreatening closet with an array of fancy santas nestled within the dust.
I shut the doors.
She is in my arms and we are spinning and laughing and darting about the room much like two gleeful fish in an aquarium.
I fall on an aging and very welcoming couch.
In fits of laughter and take her down with me.
Her arms around my back, there is nothing that needs to exist any longer, not the house, not the memories.
Not the walls not even running.
In this dream it is now, it is here that I only wish to be close to her.
Our faces close the distance.
Our hands roam through the waters of conscious and over each other's skin.
Our.
It is our shared mind and shared dreams.
It is now that our souls are truly connected with each pass of the tongue and each glorified breath.
It is now that the house of memories is being weakened with each passing moment in this new situation.
We are an unstable force.
The dream is crumbling.
The edges of our world are closing in with light and the dust swirls madly.
The harsh physical plane is manifesting.
The cool shadows are melting.
I take in one breath.
And you
are torn apart
from me.
This is a dream that I had a while ago. I felt like explaining it to my friends but I felt I couldn't truly get it across without putting it in a poem.
