Dreams without drugs
November 6th 2008 02:10
Well. I dreamed of you.
You bastard.
How many months did I go without even THINKING about you, huh? And then you have the nerve to invade my sleep. You didnt even have the courtesy to make it a nightmare - you brought me sweetness, something you never did in the real world. I remember it was a dirty place - filthy bedsheets and stinking pillows with no cases. Saggy and cheap matress. So often I awake remembering the sensation more than the image. So amoungst it all was your icy eyes, deep tanned skin and wiry muscles. Your touch...How dare you touch me like that in never never but never in the real? Thats not fair man, not fair at all. I know, its all part of your head trip. Use the psychic link between us and chase me down so you can fuck my head right up. If you had sent me a nightmare, I could just hate you, rather than waking up shaking and confused, wondering if your doing the same. If you remember my name. Wondering why I miss you at all.
But Im glad I remembered the dream, still. I dont tend to when I go to bed stoned. Lack of the sweet green stuff has made me rather agressive, loud. Snappy. But Im maintaining. Its so much better to go straight for a bit - when I get stoned next I will get knocked right off my feet. And have colourful dreams, while laying on my back listening to 'Electric Feel'....I know, its like a 60s cliche, to lay on your back drugged out listening to hippy music, but it really does make you feel good.
This late in the day dreams are easy to push away. Dont visit again, or I shall have to send out some nightmares of my own. Im happy. Im far away. Im moving forward and Im doing it fast. Go away, go away....
You bastard.
How many months did I go without even THINKING about you, huh? And then you have the nerve to invade my sleep. You didnt even have the courtesy to make it a nightmare - you brought me sweetness, something you never did in the real world. I remember it was a dirty place - filthy bedsheets and stinking pillows with no cases. Saggy and cheap matress. So often I awake remembering the sensation more than the image. So amoungst it all was your icy eyes, deep tanned skin and wiry muscles. Your touch...How dare you touch me like that in never never but never in the real? Thats not fair man, not fair at all. I know, its all part of your head trip. Use the psychic link between us and chase me down so you can fuck my head right up. If you had sent me a nightmare, I could just hate you, rather than waking up shaking and confused, wondering if your doing the same. If you remember my name. Wondering why I miss you at all.
But Im glad I remembered the dream, still. I dont tend to when I go to bed stoned. Lack of the sweet green stuff has made me rather agressive, loud. Snappy. But Im maintaining. Its so much better to go straight for a bit - when I get stoned next I will get knocked right off my feet. And have colourful dreams, while laying on my back listening to 'Electric Feel'....I know, its like a 60s cliche, to lay on your back drugged out listening to hippy music, but it really does make you feel good.
This late in the day dreams are easy to push away. Dont visit again, or I shall have to send out some nightmares of my own. Im happy. Im far away. Im moving forward and Im doing it fast. Go away, go away....
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