Il mio tesoro è nei miei sogni
My treasure is in my dreams.
I should just post that and be done with it, let you all interpret it as you wish. Ooh, Gio's being vague and mysterious, whatever can he mean, and what does it mean that he's being vague and mysterious, anyway, since he hardly ever is?
That probably blows it right there.
My dream life is active and vivid, both when I'm awake and when I'm asleep, and when I'm in between. That's more than both. That cool misty inbetween place where the shadows of REM sleep coalesce into solid form, take on shape and heat and blood and sound and taste, and it engulfs you and you want nothing ever ever ever but to stay in that half-life stasis, please Morpheus, slay me now so I can stay in the was-cool-mist-now-hot-steam forever.
My skin is still warm and damp from it. I was born with my skin that way, from this dream, and if I'm lucky I'll die that way, too, having been incinerated and parched a million times over in between and inbetween, the dream that I can't leave and that I hope never leaves me.
But oh fuck it teases! Ethereal and elusive and I never realize how much I am immersed in the dream and perhaps more importantly how much the dream is immersed in me ... until I wake. I wake and realize, yeah, what I had and what I lost. You know how hard it is to go back to a dream once you've woken up. But! Recurring dreams. I have them often. Thank God I have them often, and the good ones are worth the bad, so worth anything my mind can throw at me. You can't go home again, nothing is ever quite the same, but it could be similar, or like enough in comfort, at least in the same neighborhood, or with the same bed or co-inhabitants or at least stocked with more vodka and Ben & Jerry's.
he's lookin for that home, and I hope he finds it
This fleeting collection of electrons and neurotransmitted impulses brought to you by 4:00 a.m., two nudges, a "get back here", and a "what he said. And by the dream, always the dream, the treasure that fills my mind.
a dream
or a song
that hits you so hard
filling you up
and suddenly gone
I should just post that and be done with it, let you all interpret it as you wish. Ooh, Gio's being vague and mysterious, whatever can he mean, and what does it mean that he's being vague and mysterious, anyway, since he hardly ever is?
That probably blows it right there.
My dream life is active and vivid, both when I'm awake and when I'm asleep, and when I'm in between. That's more than both. That cool misty inbetween place where the shadows of REM sleep coalesce into solid form, take on shape and heat and blood and sound and taste, and it engulfs you and you want nothing ever ever ever but to stay in that half-life stasis, please Morpheus, slay me now so I can stay in the was-cool-mist-now-hot-steam forever.
My skin is still warm and damp from it. I was born with my skin that way, from this dream, and if I'm lucky I'll die that way, too, having been incinerated and parched a million times over in between and inbetween, the dream that I can't leave and that I hope never leaves me.
But oh fuck it teases! Ethereal and elusive and I never realize how much I am immersed in the dream and perhaps more importantly how much the dream is immersed in me ... until I wake. I wake and realize, yeah, what I had and what I lost. You know how hard it is to go back to a dream once you've woken up. But! Recurring dreams. I have them often. Thank God I have them often, and the good ones are worth the bad, so worth anything my mind can throw at me. You can't go home again, nothing is ever quite the same, but it could be similar, or like enough in comfort, at least in the same neighborhood, or with the same bed or co-inhabitants or at least stocked with more vodka and Ben & Jerry's.
he's lookin for that home, and I hope he finds it
This fleeting collection of electrons and neurotransmitted impulses brought to you by 4:00 a.m., two nudges, a "get back here", and a "what he said. And by the dream, always the dream, the treasure that fills my mind.
a dream
or a song
that hits you so hard
filling you up
and suddenly gone