Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams

I awoke mere moment ago.
heh.
If you can call what I did, just that?
I was still in a daze, laying in my futon, entangled in two blankets--alone.
A smile on my face and my own hair clutched in my fist.
I just had an amazing dream.

Everything seemed normal; we were in my car with him driving, my brother riding shotgun, and me being a backseat driver. Yet, the fourth person wasn't our usual, it wasn't our best friend who had come to save the night of overbearing testosterone, with her presence. It was a past conquest of mine, and her and I were staring at the night sky through the moon roof, and we saw stars.

Real stars. Not just one or two, not just twenty or forty, hundreds of fucking thousands, and we were driving at top speed, with maximum capacity and maximum comfort ability. It felt like we were buoyantly going passed central park, just being cradled by these endless stars.

But... The best part about that dream was this; my best friend quoting something, something I wrote not too long ago in this blog, as though it was from a national best seller's list, and as though I was someone. I can't explain what that did to me. But it definitely did something.

Fin.