La Musique

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Dreams are terribly interesting things. That is well, if you remember them. Bleary-eyed, one tries to recall the happenings of the night before, catching only brief glimpses of memory works as one allows. Recalling the person involved is no problem, neither is tasting the essence of the dream difficult. I have dreamt of many people, in many situations. Often not what one would expect them to be in. Classmates, friends, buddies, family. Now where would you be under? Sometimes good and pleasant dreams make me wish I was still sleeping, and there is a tinge of regret in that morning of wakefulness. Nightmares however, leave me only silent screams, tear-stained pillows and sudden jolts in bed. Probably if I have spent time with you recently, I would dream of you a few days later. And probably depending on how I feel towards you, do I hate you or love you or admire you? My dream would take that essence. I wish I could pen down all the dreams I have, but it would not do justice to the feelings that fortunately, or unfortunately, accompany them. How terrifying.

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