6.19.2012

daydream believer

I dreamed
a friend's father died.
On waking,
I raced to see
if it had come true.
It had not.
So I drank coffee,
indulging my dream of you
again.
Posted by Marian at 4:42 PM
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8 comments:

  1. those dreams can be so disturbing... blargh! funny how our brains play with us in sleep

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  2. I dreamed a friend of ours died a few nights ago. I called him to make sure he okay. He said to me "i guess if you didn't dream or call, you'd suck as a friend"

    i love the last two lines

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  3. Somehow this manages to be worried, and crisp, and sweet, all at once. Like a really excellent snack food, maybe? I want to eat it.

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  5. yes, the dream isn't always about the person you think it is, you dreamt a friend's father died, but it was the friend you missed, that was a beautiful way to tell them.

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  7. oh my gosh, i do this all the time! i love that you wrote about it, simply but also elegantly. x

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