Dreams… I like them.
The feeling in the morning when you’re awake but still in touch with the surreal world you’ve just visited. Emotions and feelings not attached to words. You’re not there anymore but you’re not here yet. You leave the dream plane and walk towards the terminal of reality with a quiet subtle euphoria drifting away…
Then….
“Morning!”
“How ya feeling this morning?”
“Ya sleep alright?”
It’s gone…
Can’t even remember what you were dreaming about. Words attach to your thoughts like a virus and in a split second you’re back to the limited scheduled, ruled, world of reality.
Damn!
The feeling in the morning when you’re awake but still in touch with the surreal world you’ve just visited. Emotions and feelings not attached to words. You’re not there anymore but you’re not here yet. You leave the dream plane and walk towards the terminal of reality with a quiet subtle euphoria drifting away…
Then….
“Morning!”
“How ya feeling this morning?”
“Ya sleep alright?”
It’s gone…
Can’t even remember what you were dreaming about. Words attach to your thoughts like a virus and in a split second you’re back to the limited scheduled, ruled, world of reality.
Damn!
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