Today I'm tired. That kind of tired that clings to you like the sock out of the dryer on the back of your good shirt. It's out of place and slightly uncomfortable, and you just can't quite reach it.
I've started dreaming again, those frighteningly vivid dreams that blur the line between reality and fantasy. Most of them seem pleasant while I'm sleeping, so much so I don't want to wake up. I want to stay wrapped in the tentacles of something that wouldn't make any sense if I were to open my eyes and try and retell the broken time line and twisted logic that all make such perfect sense while I'm still asleep.
They leave me feeling as though I've been at least partly awake all night. I attend long complicated parties in my dreams, with people who do and don't exist. The social politics are an unseen bog littered with hidden snakes and even occasional treasure. Sometimes it's a ball in some far away fanciful castle in a time that doesn't and hasn't ever existed. Sometimes it's a mystery with all the wonderful trappings of the best of Film Noir. Often people I know and love make cameos, and occasionally they may play a supporting part, and only rarely do they get above title billing.
Last night had something to do with making greeting cards for a friend...and an old ababdoned parking lot surrounded by vast expanses of flat fields of delicate yellow flowers. There was a sense of being excited and proud of the cards I'd made and then, in the moment of finally getting to give them feeling the need to explain my intentions, but being limited by a childish vocabulary.
I wonder what tonight will bring, if I even make it that far. Today may be a day of dream filled naps for me. My eyes keep closing on their own.
