Sweet Dreams

I couldn’t stop
last night.

They came
in waves.

Good ones
and bad ones.

I woke up crying.
I woke up moaning.

I woke up reaching
for something,
but I’d forgotten
by the time
I opened
my eyes.

I’ve spent
the morning
going through
them all
sorting which ones
were nightmares
and which ones
I want to come true.

I think maybe
it’s up to you.

Sweet dreams.
I don’t remember any details of my dreams upon waking, ever. So to have had a night full of such vivid and varied dreams, and to remember them all, seems odd. At least they were more good than bad. 🙂


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