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…
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…
Hidden in plain sight You know that feeling you get when you're looking for something for half an hour: keys, purse, wallet, laptop computer. You know you walked by it fifteen times, but you can't see the forest for the trees because your toddler tormented you for hours on end last night because you fell…
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…
by four different voices just the name there was no shaking of a shoulder nor tapping of a toe no morning baby babble just the sound of my name in my ears as if my four dreams coalesced and each participant needed my divided attention. I turned my head with each sound until I had…
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.
These are a few of my favorite things... she hums in her head at six am. Rodgers and Hammerstein just leaked out of her brain A window popped up on her screen to let her know that it was seventeen degrees fahrenheit. Not warm. Not at all. What do I have in store for today…
Last night, I had a dream that in order to escape from a room, I had to color the door frame a solid grass green. No, there were no markers. I wasn't allowed to look through the drawers of the apartment, or to wake the occupant of the apartment. She did eventually wake up and…
Funny how a person from a recurring dream can resurface from your sub conscious after years of absence. Vince and I went to college together though I know he never existed He reminds me of stories that I almost remember knowing that he was never there. We are always in an apartment together he's the…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 