myslim ze nevim

[threeplusfire]

How long has it been raining? I do not remember now.

I dreamed again. Of course. I suppose most people dream often, that it is a natural consequence of brain function. But I wonder if anyone else dreams the same things I do.

It's always so tactile, so realistic and raw, full of the strange details of life. The man with the white ostrich feather on his tophat, the professor sitting on the South Mall gleefully telling a joke, the brief bursts of rain that shimmered and fell star-like to the ground. We played cards, and I scuffed my shoes. I dreamed of walking with him, of kissing him, of conversations so painfully real. And yet, I still wake up alone.

Comments

readjustment to reality is not fun

[tsarina.livejournal.com]

I dreamed once, of a very long and difficult day that involved a few of my friends. When I got up in the morning, I was quite sure this had all happened, and went quietly on my way to school, wondering how we were going to deal with all the weird things that had happened yesterday. (Note that the weird things happening amongst my friends didn't seem out of place at all) I ran into the person who should have been in the hospital, and everything came crashing back. But not before I said enough odd things to raise eyebrows.