I am confused by many things.
Not the least of which is my state of emotional stability. I think I’m either coming off of bad vicodine induced dream sequences or over indulging the transitions in my life. Or hormones. One can always place blame hormones.
Like the other night, I had a dream that you were hosting some sort of genius minds conference in Lausanne, Switzerland at the Palace Beau Rivage. Which really is nothing less than a palace. I was a bellhop but trying to impress and with so few staff on hand, I wound up checking in an odd assortment of brilliant luminaries. And I felt special in their company…deemed worthy of being in their presence by serving them. And as they were your guests, by serving you. One gentlemen looked like you but had an extravagant mustache and smelled like cinnamon sticks and nutmeg. I could feel the air move when you turned your head from across the room and my hair whistle against my ear. He was not you. And when you greeted him with a hearty handshake, I saw this clearly. You weren’t yourself either and you failed to recognize me though I knew, distinctly, exactly who you were.
And last night… well last night, I went to bed early, also confused…and well.. didn’t sleep as well as I’d like either. Last night I dreamt of other strange things. Like a discussion. A laugh. A turned back. And a slow walk away. I did not like this dream either. It reminded me of things in real life from times past.
And tonight? Tonight I’m hoping for a night off from dreaming.
I’d like my mind to undress privately, unburden itself from weary shackles and step lightly,y nude, from it’s clumsy encasing. I’d like my mind to dance above my head for a moment or two before flitting up into the sky to stare closely at the moon, full and bright and lovely. I’d love my mind to lean down close to the moon, and lick it… tasting a liqueur that is not unlike wild clover honey. I’d like my mind to come back to me in the morning, refreshed, and calm, comfortable in it’s supernatural possibilities and it’s natural realities.
Yes. I’d prefer that quite a bit.
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