YOU'RE LOST LITTLE GIRL

I think about my dreams more than most. Or at least i think i do, because i presume that if the rest of the world spent so much time awake considering being asleep, we would all talk about nocturnal musings a lot more. 

Rather than my life being a healthy balance of activities, work, relaxation etc. I seem to have 10 hours a day of head-in-the-clouds day dreaming about where my life could be if i wasn't so scared of it, this is when i consider my dreams, what they mean, and where they sprout from. I am a very deep sleeper and have often professed to friends how i feel like i am being born every time i open a sleepy eye under my duvet, and become once again conscious to the world. I dream of horrors and romances and childhoods which weren't mine. I dream of illicit affairs and rebellious friendships and adventures to places that never existed. I regularly dream of cavernous thrift shops, filled with the kind of treasures pirates would have laughed at, but which i spend my days remembering and lusting after. Sometimes i am a vagabond, living in a bus, rejecting society and enjoying my freedom. Though these kind of dreams typically mutate into much darker realities, filled with monsters and witches and the most childish of foes ready to scare me into a shuddering awakening. I love to dream, but i am scared of my dreams. I am scared of how deep and dark and all consuming they are. I am scared of the daily routine i face, which entails reminding myself of the brief history of the world, myself, and humanity in general, all of which i seem to forget once i am in the coma like state which fills my bedroom each night. I rarely find myself alert during my waking hours, instead on a kind of dream-hangover. It takes this time to recover from the 10 hours or so i spend exploring the excesses of my mind each night. And as i seem to grasp a hold on my existence and all that comes with it, like a huge boulder of reality and responsibility, crushing my dreams, i oft look at the clock, and realise its sleeping time again. Laying down i surrender to the impulses within me, and drift back into a hazy world of wonder...

"Please one last kiss before I sleep

Across my pillow softly creep

Gently put those lips to mine

And may I sleep a dream divine"

Christopher Savin

And May I Sleep A Dream Divine