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September 19, 2005
Where I Go to Dream
Sometimes I dream about my parents house, like the other night. But it's not my parents house. Everything is bigger... maybe like in my childhood. It's bigger, the street is longer, the yard is larger, there are more people everywhere. Everything looks like it was just planted, as if the neighborhood is hardly more than a few years old. The people are strange. The neighbors peer out of their windows, watching me. I am always paranoid. What if one of them tells me to stop riding my bike. Why do they scare me so much? I'm not comfortable anywhere... not inside, not outside. I just want it to end. And eventually it does.
But what does it mean, this dream? Why is it so close to real life, yet so unlike it at the same time. Eventually I will return. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not next week, or next month, or even next year. But I am sure to visit again, because when I go to sleep, the places I can only imagine and barely describe... they become real.
Posted by March at September 19, 2005 01:51 AM