Dreams

Faster than the colors could be seen, they were gone. Then they would come again, spinning in circles, spinning around. Eyes closed to the chaotic spin of vibrant sounds and voiceless pictures. One thing would lead to another, the grass led to the tree, the tree led to the roots, the roots led to the earth, the earth fed the roots, the roots fed the tree, the tree grew, the branches formed like fingers reaching into the sky, the sky was grey, blackbirds were like silhouettes in motion flying across the sky, the clouds hung in the sky, the sky changed colors and turned to tomorrow…maybe sleep would come then, but that’s wishful thinking.
Dreams full speed ahead, bright colors, sounds, smells, emotions…even memories. From room to room, the rooms change, the house gets remodeled the people age from dream to dream, from decade to decade. Their names never to be heard, their faces are always remembered, in the dreams, they do not leave the dreams, they do not occupy life, as I know it, while in a wakened state of mind. This would become me, awake or asleep, there could be no difference, could there?
And that’s when I lie there in bed, eyes open to pitch blackness, and feel like my battery is dying, but the sparks that are flying from it’s passing, keep me wide awake…until eventually, like a plane crashing into the sea, the speed stops, things become still, suddenly…a slow sinking, a peaceful stillness that becomes sleep, as we know it. This other realm begins at this point, the one I sink slowly into, and become like. No longer able to understand the difference between the two, I let go of the former and fall into the nether…
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