subject: a dream I enjoyed this morning
style: nostalgic
source: William Penn
"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."
I missed the beginning, so I don't quite know exactly how or why I came to be where and when I did. But somehow, I knew. In the dream, I knew. That I had been taken back in time about a year or so, and that I would only get to stay there for one day. One day. It certainly depends on the day. Fortunately it was a weekday. I was driven to school; and the only thing I cared about was finding her, as soon as possible. I had to find her so as I could hold her hand. I so badly needed to find her. I knew I had to hold her hand, because I knew she would let me. And it has been 155 days since she let me. Nothing else even crossed my mind. That was all I cared about. To stay with her for as long as possible while she would still let me in again.
I ran through the pouring rain, to where I thought she might be waiting. I found her. She reached out her delicate fingertips to proffer a signal of sweet salvation. I grabbed on. Stared deep into her eyes, clasped her tighter, held on and didn't let go. Smiled.
I had forgotten how good it felt.
style: nostalgic
source: William Penn
"Time is what we want most, but what we use worst."
I missed the beginning, so I don't quite know exactly how or why I came to be where and when I did. But somehow, I knew. In the dream, I knew. That I had been taken back in time about a year or so, and that I would only get to stay there for one day. One day. It certainly depends on the day. Fortunately it was a weekday. I was driven to school; and the only thing I cared about was finding her, as soon as possible. I had to find her so as I could hold her hand. I so badly needed to find her. I knew I had to hold her hand, because I knew she would let me. And it has been 155 days since she let me. Nothing else even crossed my mind. That was all I cared about. To stay with her for as long as possible while she would still let me in again.
I ran through the pouring rain, to where I thought she might be waiting. I found her. She reached out her delicate fingertips to proffer a signal of sweet salvation. I grabbed on. Stared deep into her eyes, clasped her tighter, held on and didn't let go. Smiled.
I had forgotten how good it felt.
2 comments:
does this mean you've succeeded in starting to remember your dreams like you wanted ? congrats :)
Not as much as I'd like.
And unfortunately, I am too [combination of busy, lazy, and unmotivated] to write them down, which theoretically would boost my recall immensely.
I recall one every few days. The most important ones, I suppose.
But every time I do, it just makes me remember all those I failed to get around to recording. One of these days I'll record what I can remember; I'll just have to leave out the dates.
Make me. :]
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