My dreams have taken over my post

I like to imagine life to be quite interesting as we sleep. We have so much going on in our minds once we close our eyes that we miss the world we live in. Sometimes I wish we never needed sleep.

Oh well...

15 DAYS UNTIL PARIS!!!!

22 June 2014

The Sleep

I went to bed last night and had many pleasant dreams but one was quite dreadful. I dreamt of fairies and wonderful lands. I dreamt of travels to far off distant lands. I dreamt of love, true love with so much passion my sleeping heart was racing. I dreamt of swimming in the wide and open ocean. Then my dreams turned turbulent. I dreamt the ocean opened and swallowed me. I was sucked through to a fiery sea. Vultures were flying over me waiting for me to die. Squawking and lurking, they gave up and dove down to me. They ripped me to pieces and as I screamed fire engulfed my entire being. I woke up but not in a fright. My eyes opened up and the room was dark. Clearly I was awake and I took a deep breath. I wasn't on fire and being eaten, what a relief! At least it was a relief until I heard the dirt shoveling over me. As I screamed I realized there was tape over my mouth. I guess my dream wasn't over yet but how could I tell what was real at this point? Even if I do wake up will I know what is real? I guess I will continue to scream until I find out.

23 June 2014

The Birds on My Wall

My wall is filled with little birds, frozen in time singing me to sleep each night. A top branches and flowers they look over my room as if they are stuck mid tweet. Some are a fiery orange and black, some are blue and green, others a variations of red and pink. All of them are happily sitting along my wall waiting for night to fall. When the sun dips below the horizon and the stars begin to twinkle the birds grow restless in their fastened state along the wall. They wiggle their wings and roll their heads side to side. Once I lay in bed and fall into a pleasant slumber all the birds shake free from their daylight prison and dash about the room. They sprinkle dream dust from their wings and sing sweet melodies to aide my ventures in a dozing wonderland. As the sun begins to waken and the real birds outside begin to sing the sun's praises the birds go back to their still home along the wall. Sitting and waiting, they too slumber, dreaming of the next eve's brilliant dance above my sleeping head.