My dream that I came out of, the one where afterward I found myself in a study room in the library with my head planted sideways on the desk, an ache in my neck (I guess that’s where I fell asleep, I guess that’s where my dream took me to) well, I really felt the darkness in the dream. I really felt like I was in a hole in my subconscious, like I’d jumped into this hole, like the whole world was a hole and and, I was in the Target parking lot and my car door was open—I didn’t leave my car door open, who left my car door open?—and and the girl at McDonalds gave me the wrong order but I didn’t have the heart to tell her. I just couldn’t find it in me to tell her she messed up. We all mess up sometimes.
Posted February 24, 2011 at 12:09pm
