this is an oldy but goodie "not asleep"
City Of Seven Hills
The very first thoughts are never concrete. They always consist of materializing the written word, grasping the mentality of a window payne, or the sound numbers make when computed in the mind, simple, mundane, and irrelevant concepts such as those. I don't know why, nor do I now how, I dream in a manner even remotely close to that, but none the less, I do. It's a new dream every night, nap, or daydream. So naturally I feel as though I'll never get used to the novelty of my sleep.
They may start like this; "Jeremiah? where are we going?" "In the woods" "Oh. Why?" "we're going camping teddy." Unbeknown to Jeremiah, I, being a young boy in love, have no intentions of camping. I'd rather be with my other half, who is my love. In a gentle and brotherly way, I leave him and begin my own journey deep into the forests of comfort. I am standing in a large pure puddle, which had now become a pond possessing unmatchable, untouchable beauty. This was a place where flaws are 'make believe'.
They may end like this; I decide loosen and ultimately release the choke hold from around the baby shark's neck. I had to. It had stopped singing and could have been injured. The shark slips away, but not in the water. he manages to find lost space between the water and the sand. I never see him again in that dream or any other.
The very first thoughts are never concrete. They always consist of materializing the written word, grasping the mentality of a window payne, or the sound numbers make when computed in the mind, simple, mundane, and irrelevant concepts such as those. I don't know why, nor do I now how, I dream in a manner even remotely close to that, but none the less, I do. It's a new dream every night, nap, or daydream. So naturally I feel as though I'll never get used to the novelty of my sleep.
They may start like this; "Jeremiah? where are we going?" "In the woods" "Oh. Why?" "we're going camping teddy." Unbeknown to Jeremiah, I, being a young boy in love, have no intentions of camping. I'd rather be with my other half, who is my love. In a gentle and brotherly way, I leave him and begin my own journey deep into the forests of comfort. I am standing in a large pure puddle, which had now become a pond possessing unmatchable, untouchable beauty. This was a place where flaws are 'make believe'.
They may end like this; I decide loosen and ultimately release the choke hold from around the baby shark's neck. I had to. It had stopped singing and could have been injured. The shark slips away, but not in the water. he manages to find lost space between the water and the sand. I never see him again in that dream or any other.