Thursday, September 8, 2011

Chew me Up, Spit me Out

The dream I'd had was misleading. I don't know for sure who he was. He was nobody I'd ever seen before, but he warmed me with nothing but a touch of his hand. I wanted to hold on to that fuzzy coziness he brought into the dream. I wanted to think he could be real, but from the corner of my eye, I saw the row of razor sharp teeth beneath his angelic smile.

I jerked back into the cold world at thirty minutes after midnight.

It's times like these I consider Insomnia to be a good friend of mine.

8 comments:

  1. Insomnia sucks, but, as you pointed out, nightmares like that can make it the far better option.

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  2. I'm agreed with Robbie. Though I love hearing about your dreams I don't envy you this one.

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  3. Robbie and light-it wasn't so much the vision that left me rattled as the deception.

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  4. Dreams are lying liars and i hate the lies they promulgate....
    for instance i was the sole provider of shoes for chickens and other barnyard beasts the other night...ha...what a lie that was....shoes for chickens...stop lying to me you bastards

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  5. Dan-I had a dream I was a soul provider once...oh wait, different kind of soul.

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  6. sometimes your dreams make ME not want to go to sleep anymore.

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  7. Oy, I don't know which is worse. I have some pretty fucked up dreams during those long stretches of insomnia. Wait a minute... I might be sleep-writing. What a nightmare!

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  8. Id and Jayne- Insomnia Club meeting 2 am- 4am. (Bring booze.)

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