Enter the Twilight

Rolled around by my dreams last night, can’t shake the feeling these dreams will be with me all day, watching me from the shadows. My dreams always linger, sometimes for days. It’s like some unwritten fantasy novel plays itself out in my head, complete with elaborate costumes, magic, and lots of people and families, all connected in ways I can’t precisely define. It would make a good book, if I could remember more than the vague outlines…

I keep expecting a bit of magic from my dreams to find me in this waking world, just behind a corner, just under a leaf curl, in an unexpected person’s startled face as I run unthinkingly into them. These feelings are always stronger after a series of colourful crazy expansive dreams; last night’s had a huge cast and many crazy adventures. They are not lucid dreams-I can’t control the action, but they sweep me completely away anyway, and what a ride it usually is.

Barely woken up today. It’s quiet and hot in the doldrums of late summer. A wind whispers through trees in the backyard, making the leaves talk to each other quietly. Perhaps they are unwinding the skein of my dreams and taking away all the disturbances of the night, turning them into raucous birds to set loose on unsuspecting hungry tourists.

And then the music starts up, and surreality fades into the industry of earning a living.

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