In your ship of white sheets you set the sail you leave the shorelines of consciousness and begin to drift from the docks of reality.
First you cast your fantasies then your visions in hypnagogic imagery cast you as you wait for the winds to take you into the currents of unconscious seas.
what do you see? what do you experience?
Those living memories of other places other times other lives a string of faces a hotel with many rooms and no exit signs and as you open doors on different floors you find yourself at different ages on different stages familiar terrors sometimes vivid make you shutter falling into quicksands of blood.
On the roof of this sea you take flight and are free when you hit the heights you're in your car with a stranger and me we give you directions and at each turn progressively lost panic sets in late for work and can't find the way your GPS keeps pointing to the fact you're here.
Small craft warnings come and go the lighthouse beckons you back home to the shoreline and the dock but first you crawl into the arms of the sexist soul you know as your finger tips touch this night's journey is done as your alarm sings out The Four Seasons.
Headlong to the shore you ride your breath is taken away you throw your rope to the dock of reality and have that moment of longing and wonder when dreams can be life and life can be dreams.
A big sigh.
You've bought your ticket for tomorrow night's voyage where it will go you just don't know but when you get there please let us know.
You get out of that cozy warm white sheet ship and put on clothes with the sunrise and the half cut moon your traveling companions into your awakening.