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…
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…
Laurie Anderson is a name I haven't thought of since the mid 1980's but the sound of rhythmic snoring and my own heartbeat, you know the sound you hear when you put your hand against your earsmashedintoapillow and you hear the boom-boom-boom of your own heart, makes me think of her. Funny where the mind…
Awake-oh -no Coherent-not quite. The nightmare of being in a hotel with a group of anime characters who were real, kinda makes me question reality. I hate my dreams/nightmares. We were taking turns showering in the unlocked hotel rooms in an abandoned, yet well kept mall. Yeah, I know it sounds like a zombie film,…
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…
A cough, then I heard a piece of paper rip. Not a slow tear, but the fast rip of "I'm done with this piece of paper forever." Symbolic dreaming again? What am I done with now? Am I fed up with the paperwork I must do to stay alive, eating and breathing. Find the 1"…
The roaring in my ears woke me once again. it was at a different pace than the snoring that I can sleep to from my bear. My mind raced to figure out why I was trapped in an avalanche underwater on the second floor. Or, why do I get to hear my blood rushing around…
Following a week long binge of life and mini mayhem, I decided that I needed to take a nap on Friday. Taking a nap is a dangerous thing for me because my brain never seems to shut down, or slow down even when I'm asleep. I have dreams, nightmares and night terrors sometimes all rolled…
