sometimes when i’m lying in bed at night and the neighbour’s porch light is bleeding through my blinds, i stare at the smoke detector on my ceiling. in the gloom and hypothalmic haze, the pattern on its casing takes on a kokopelli shape and often worries me into restless dreams.
then there are the waking moments; the brief periods of consciousness amidst the rem cycles and muddled perceptions. when i refuse to believe i’m not flying or falling; when my eyes won’t stay closed against the reality pummeling itself into my brain. i’m grateful they don’t last long.
the daydreams are the most disturbing. they’re the most tangible because imagination takes over and carries me away, without a care for where i want to journey. the encounters are so vivid i can almost convince myself the situations were authentic. most often it would be preferable if they did occur; i’m much more bold inside my brain.
well, you’re much more eloquent than I shall ever hope to be, but I had some crappy dreams last night, too.
I know everyone does this but I’ll be driving and just completely lose myself in thought and suddenly realize that I’m like 10 miles farther down the road then I last realized. Scary.
uhh…no, honey. I think you’re the only one who does that….
*making mental note to NEVER ride in the car with Goddess*
i do that all the time, especially on the commute. after three years, i just go on auto pilot.
Thanks Heather!!!
*mental note, strap Paige into car against her will when she COMES TO VISIT APRIL 21st!!!!!!!!!!!!*
someone needs to get a camcorder and make me a movie of this trip, dammit.
yes, especially the part where I’m hurdling towards my death in the car with Goddess!!!
I’m only kidding. *crossing fingers*
Muuuwaahhh!!