A door slammed and heavy footsteps woke me my eyes flew open as consciousness hit me in the head. The dream of my friend turning himself into a frog and my arguing with my mother over the size of the container we put him in in the kitchen of my old house made me realize…
3:00am I accept that I have insomnia I accept that I am not a traditional anything I accept that I have vivid dreams that stick to my consciousness I accept that I write better poems than stories I accept that I have always been a dreamer, planner, plodder I accept that four hours of writing…
I was hoping to roll over this second morning until I realized that I am stuck on my back with my legs up or down. There is no roll to the left or right, only pain. This is PMS right? an added feature to leaving crime victim stains in bed soaking blankets in cold water…
Ghost cat woke me by repeatedly walking across my feet to wake me from my sleep. (I checked there were no mice having a party at the end of my bed.) What a surprise I have a new friend Better to have a ghost feline for a friend than nightmares that wake me up gasping…
I was thinking about leaving a written trail of bread crumbs for someone to find. A list of items, memoirs, notes and photographs that explained my actions. Then I remembered, my anonymous blog is a trail of bread crumbs. My crumbs drop behind me as I walk into the leaves the crunch swish of yellow…
This morning, I woke up with the pulse of transparent movement in my eye. Once again in the rhythm of my heartbeat. Earlier, while it was still dark, I woke up with a phantom guitar pick gripped in my left hand that dissolved into consciousness as I played AC/DC's "For Those About To Rock" using…
Pound, pound, pound, pound knock, knock, knock, knock bang, bang, bang, bang my heart is pounding in my head Acetaminophen with codeine side effect mild, but effective at waking me up Fiddle, fiddle, rattle, rattle, tap, tap, knock, knock, Girly knocks at her safety gate, safety gate, safety gate, is she trying to climb it…
I keep having a dream that I'm lost on my way to my new home, driving around the curves and down into the valleys and around the bend until I drive into the water that is running across the road. The water becomes a lake and I fear how far I will have to swim…
Some days I wonder how much of this sideshow is the real thing versus a really vivid dream that I can't seem to wake from. Time to take a step back stretch, do an inversion wash the dishes, do a load of laundry then take a nap. Wake in two hours, reassess.
Untethered, my brain hears things it should not hear my submersion into a pillow under the sheets sounds like I'm hearing inside my body rather than without. Untethered, my brain lets me see my painless ocular migraine while my eyes are closed. It's like watching an electrical storm in reverse, pulsing flashing darkness on a…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 