Saturday, July 25, 2009
a nocturnal dreamer's tale.
There is one thing about me that I can’t decide whether it is good or bad. I always want to have solid ground beneath my feet. I always want to test the waters before I plunge right in. I never liked uncertainties. I never wanted to be deceived. Not that I never liked risks, but if I were to choose, I’d like to opt for clear, concrete, vivid, and substantial things.
A deep slumber. I woke up and missed Peter Pan. I woke up and escaped Cpt. Hook.
A nightmare. A closed door makes you feel invited. An alluring nice door, waiting to be opened. You enter, and plunge into an unfamiliar darkness. Fear. Uncertainty. Coldness. Surprise. Astonishment. You start looking for something. You’re not sure if it’s there, if it exists. You stumble and you’ve got a wounded knee. It bleeds and you twist in mercy to stop the pain. After sometime, you’re healed. You start to look for something else and then something else. You find the next best thing right in the middle of a mess. You find another thing under the blend of flickering lights and shadows. It was what you first looked for. There, perfect, and untouched. It was waiting for you. And now you’ve found each other.
A dream. A closed door makes you feel like you have an option. A familiar door- you feel like you’ve been there. It opens and creaks a bit, with the hinges rough against the wood. There is light. You see everything clearly. You fall, you get wounded, you know where to get help, and you get up. You have good hints where to look for things. You find things under lovely lights and winding roads lead you to where you want to be. You find what you’re looking for. You’ve found each other.
Nahh. Just nothing at all. My mind's in total chaos.
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Labels: blahblahblah, dream, fiction, peterpan
ianne ended @ 6:08:00 PM
