The Pull of Dreams

I have had a hard time awakening. My dreams seem to grow in color and texture as the night progresses. Sometimes they are horrific visions that suck me down to a depth seemingly inescapable. At times, they are filled with erotic frolics where awakening is painful, the very ripping of the fabric of the dream seems to shatter a much more beautiful world than the one I live upon awakening.
Yet the alarm sounds and I tear myself from my dreams embrace and embark upon my day. Too soon the dreams fade and everyday life shatters all but a thin fog of the remembrance of the dream. But at the end of the day sleep beckons and my dreams live on.
Good night and good dreams.
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Just…wow….
Thanks, I really appreciate it. - Fuzz
anonymum - March 28, 2008 at 10:15 am
I just posted something different as well regarding dreams.
I had a dream many years ago where I had Tyra Banks on the beach.
Oh, the zany things we were doing.
I woke up and wanted to kill myself simply because I woke up.
Make any sense?
Nice post, Fuzz.
Tyra is certainly someone to dream about. - Fuzz
~m - April 1, 2008 at 1:29 am
*sigh* How lovely.
Thanks. - Fuzz
Red - April 3, 2008 at 4:51 am
Very nice,
Glad that you liked it. - Fuzz
Lolly - April 5, 2008 at 10:58 pm