I remember hearing or reading somewhere that our dreams can only show us things, people, and faces we’ve been exposed to in real life. Your mind can’t just create a new face to represent a person in your dream. I’ve gotten used to seeing half blurred faces, ones I can’t remember or picture again. So sometimes, when faces look like pictures and I can remember expressions and voices alike, I start questioning how much of a dream it really was. It’s why I’m working to straighten my life up. I want to be present, often enough, that differentiating between the two doesn’t feel as impossible. For now, I continue waking only to talk myself back down from a break.
Breakfast Interruptions
The man with the backward hat
Came into my dream
lunch with my mom
tiny fucking restaurant
walked in, said hi to me
go away, my mind
but my mouth was silent
A table pulled up
sat down by my mom
soccer meeting with a girl
going over what is wrong
turn your head and mention to me
don’t know what you said
said it casually
my mom became enraged
perhaps interruption, or maybe she knew
I’ve asked you not to do this
and I meant in dreams, too.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 