Darling, you're really something, but you already know that don't you?
I drifted off to sleep today and found myself in a dream with a young man dressed in slacks and a bowtie. He said to me 'Well, aren't you a sight.' 'What's that supposed to mean?' I asked. He just gave me a smirk, laughed once to himself and turned on his heal. It seems to me that most of the time I know just what I'm doing in a dream. But this much cannot be said today. Nonetheless, I just went strait up to the gent and walked next to him for a while. I figured maybe he knew what to do. It occurred to me as we were walking that we were by some train tracks and that all around us were fields with weeds up to our ankles and nothing else in any direction for as far as I could see. We followed those tracks for hours in my dream, not saying anything at all. Every so often a giant breeze would blow into us and we'd push through as if we really did have somewhere to be. I guess we kept at this for as long as I slept and it wasn't really until I woke that I realized I hadn't the slightest where we were going. It can be a big bother to wake up from a dream especially when your dreaming isn't done--that is; when the dream isn't finished. I closed my eyes tight scrunching my eyelids and waiting for fields and tracks but they didn't come. I don't think I will trouble myself with guesses as to where we were headed. It was a dream, you see. It could have been anything. It could have been nothing.
Song of the Day: The Only Living Boy in New York by Simon & Garfunkle
"In dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own." APWBD
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