i'm coming slow but speeding...

Thursday, August 02, 2007

i drempt last night

one of those delicious dreams that you dont remember every detail, but the feeling envelopes you all day, long into the night, where it stirs your subconscious, and ketosis burns deep within at any attempt to recall the details. the kind of dream that leaves you swimming in deep charteuse silk through your mind long after you've woken, rescurrecting feelings no mental process should have the power of doing without some serious external stimuli (or thinking too much before sleep.)

oh, how i wish i could remember every last detail of that dream.
i can hardly remember the premise; only snippets of the sweet reverie that, when i recall, tingle across my skin like an old lover's touch.

i've narrowed it down... that main player in that dream, whose face is obscured to my conscious mind, but is so clearly burned into my.... brain? not my brain, but my psyche. burned into me, burned through me, as though neither the feeling nor the face are my own to grasp, but rather designed to ignite in me, and explode out into a fury of love and hatred cleverly cloaked together so seamlessly that even i cannot discern between the two.

the kind of dream that feels dangerous to even think about, but charms you into its reach when your mind begins to stray. and you do not fight the momentary escape into some foreign excitement, but welcome it, with smile outstretched and eyes closed for fear of losing grip on whatever trace of the dream remains.

i want that dream again tonight, and every night. i dont even rememebr what it was about, but that feeling of bliss.... i can still smell the dream, it trapses about, so potent, to my core.

[i dont expect this to make sense to anyone... it just felt too much to keep inside right now.]

jules was lost in thought at 11:27 PM

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Ya, you're an English major alright. That was beautiful.

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