rabies?
woke up in the middle of the night with a bat flying around my head. this isn't the first time this has happened. couldn't find it. took the screen out of the window, closed the door, hoped it flew out. slept in my mother's bed. the bat could still be inhabiting my bedroom though. in my terrorized, sleepy stupor, i thought: this is my fault for liking batman.
i dreamt of you. i was swimming, everything a blur, grasping at the blurry things appearing underwater, the faces of clowns i think. i swam home to you. couldn't open my eyes for the diziness, everything spinning, vertigo. i wanted to make love to you. you sat and watched me as i peeled off my bathing suit, waiting.
scene change i suppose. change into an alternate world, one where i guess we never met. people kept appearing beside me, a woman, a man. it isn't right i kept thinking, looking at my companion. but i didn't know what was wrong. i guess didn't know that it was supposed to be you. you were the right thing.
then at the end of the dream i was walking, escorted by some faceless person, through the winding halls of a theater. and then i remembered, or realized, or foresaw, our first date at swan lake -- and things were falling into place, yes, soon i would be going back to where i should be, home to your arms.
i dreamt of you. i was swimming, everything a blur, grasping at the blurry things appearing underwater, the faces of clowns i think. i swam home to you. couldn't open my eyes for the diziness, everything spinning, vertigo. i wanted to make love to you. you sat and watched me as i peeled off my bathing suit, waiting.
scene change i suppose. change into an alternate world, one where i guess we never met. people kept appearing beside me, a woman, a man. it isn't right i kept thinking, looking at my companion. but i didn't know what was wrong. i guess didn't know that it was supposed to be you. you were the right thing.
then at the end of the dream i was walking, escorted by some faceless person, through the winding halls of a theater. and then i remembered, or realized, or foresaw, our first date at swan lake -- and things were falling into place, yes, soon i would be going back to where i should be, home to your arms.