The Oneironaut

And then I looked and I saw a sky full of Big Bangs.
Each genesis lighting up the sky illuminated my path.
Sometimes I wonder if in each and every one of these new universes,
You would be there, healthy and whole, waiting for me.
So, until I know for sure, I’ll set my sails for the unknown shore
Just a few kilometers from my origin.

When the wind smiles at my back and gently caresses my neck,
I remember that night when all of the universes began again.
Sailing on the dreams of last year,
I’ve learned how to navigate lucidity and coast on the current of the subconscious.

Now I’m back again, at the place where the sky gave birth to new existences
Hoping to find breath and catch sight of our waking life.

The bow of my vessel stirs the galaxies below
As I shake off sleep, dusting bits of God off of my shoulders.
Heaven lights up again and I see you, finally, dressed in deep greens, and
Ready to take me in.

I’ve traveled through visions of longing, of terror, of desire and of nostalgia
For longer than I can remember.
I can’t remember the last dream I had,
Here’s hoping you can remind me.

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Burning Letters

Just a rough draft of something that's been swimming in my head for a few days. Tell me what you think in the comments!

I liked you better when you were alive.
I'm pretty sure you would say the same about me, but
You've been gone for so long that I would rather remember you with a heartbeat
Than with a grandfather clock's last chime in your throat.
I've burned a few letters to send to you, but I know I won't get a reply.
Turning ash to paper is harder than the reverse.
I remembered your name today, at a baseball game.
I took a sip of water to wash it down, but it got caught on the knot in my stomach.
Maybe you needed your own Rikki-Tikki to fight the cobras slithering across your scalp,
But in the end you were poisoned by your own locks, the way you wanted.
You petrified all of the mongooses with your gaze intentionally.
So I'll burn one last letter for you before I wash you down for good.

I know it ends a bit abruptly, that's something I'm planning on fixing. This is one I'm going to be working on in the future, and I'll post the latest draft (can't surely say 'final') when I feel like taking a break from it.

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Why Snorlax Has the Right Idea

Traum

Exhaustion sweeps over me like a tidal wave of sleepy blue silk
The fluid, viscous substance slows me
I feel heavy, weighed down as though by drenched clothing
The tide comes in, and I hear the lullaby of ten thousand soft voices
My eyes close and I feel the waves wash over me, covering me, swaddling me
I slip across the barrier
Where it is only mine, mine and no one else's
A box of sand I sprinkle into my eyes
To bring good dreams, or blindness
Which may after all be one in the same.

I like sleeping. I do it a lot. I think the number one thing people my age don't do enough of is sleep. Well, that and drink enough water. But mainly sleep.

Sleep, and dreaming, have both always been a really strange phenomena to me. There is nothing quite like dreaming. I think of it as letting your brain and soul really go wild while your body takes a breather. Whenever a dream wakes me up, I always reach for a notebook and pen so I can write it down, as most dreams are completely forgotten during the course of the day. Reading through of them, I realize how truly foolish it is to let my brain idle. Note, some of the text is illegible because I can't write well in the dark after waking up in the middle of the night from a crazy dream.

"And took the....<illegible>... sword and stuck it into his gut, but he doesn't die. He stays there and stares at me, like 'what the hell, man' and gets up and walks away like I had just scuffed his shoes or something. Then I'm taken by a big burly guy to a... <illegible>... and said that I was under arrest for "Generally being a dick".

 Yeah, that happened just two nights ago. I definitely stabbed someone and was arrested for "Generally being a dick" which, I suppose, is a good way of putting it. Another:

"She was stuttering! She was freaking stuttering and telling me that it was ALL MY FAULT. She was saying something in Chinese, it sounded like song lyrics... Maybe 方大同的 music or something... <Illegible, I think I was trying to write Chinese here> So I was telling her to snap out of  it so I can at least understand her correctly and ... <illegible> I find a set of horse blinders and stick it on her face and tell her "Hi ho, Silver, Away!"

 Dream-David has a genius way of getting rid of annoying bitches.

Anyway, I think more people should sleep more. If not for the health, than for the sharing of fantastic crazy dream sequences.

We all can learn a great deal from this guy.