The Dreadfully Slow and Often Lonely World of a Dream

The mist is lifting, like it always does.
I see myself walking, it appears as if on a city street.
Everyone is walking the opposite direction.
They don't seem to notice me opposing their movement
or the placement of my third person visual, like usual.
Time seems to slow, everyone else slows to a stop.
I keep moving onward, backwards.
I can't seem to place a finger on where i'm headed.
There are buildings all around but not one of them strikes my interest.
I recognize a few people facing the other direction but the other me seems not to notice.
I'm stuck watching myself go backwards, annoyed, and confused.
I move around to the front side of me to push myself to a stop.
Not exactly simple when you have no real body
but it wasn't my body that I needed.
Over my own shoulder I see her, in a red dress, trying to catch up with me.
The other me doesn't seem to notice, instead it's lonely world continues to drag me away.
But she's there, grabbing my arm.
Turning me around and wrapping her arms around me.
She stopped me, no one else noticed but her.
Instantaneously the other me is removed from the world of plunder
wrapping my arms around her in return.
Together we continue to walk up stream, and time returns to normal.
That's when I wake up, typically, and the dream happens again
but usually it's more realistic.
A more realistic view point.
A more realistic movement of time.
And a more realistic end...

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Dusty

Broken Dream

I woke up this morning like usual.
I lay there thinking about what I had dreamt about.
Sometimes I feel relieved to be back in the real world.
Sometimes I wish I could stay in that dream forever.
Those dreams are the ones with You in them.
Usually the dreams involve me in a form of action, like running or walking or talking.
Sometimes You're in danger other times You're just there.
But in every one of them I love that You're there.
You keep me a float in the action of my dream pulling me away to a different place.
Sometimes we just walk with nothing important on our minds.
Although, You never seem to be there when there are zombies though.
Anyway...
If I could I would never wake up.
You would always be there happily joining me on an adventure.
Where we're in love.
Never bothered by the pains of the real world.


Unfortunately, I wake up and that dream is someone else's reality.
And I lay in pain as reality rings in my ears and blinds me.

I'll Walk With You

I'll walk with You through the park
I'll walk with You on the trail
I'll walk with You in a zig zag
I'll walk with You anywhere
You're such a special person
That any walk on the beach
Or skip through the rain would be an adventure
Or it could be our time to talk
Or I could just walk next to You
And You next to me
Not a word said but
Having the brightest face
Due to Your presence in my life
Life is a trail that is never straight (and mostly uphill)
But with You I would walk uphill all day
I'd walk in circles in the burning sun
I would walk on broken feet
To the end of the earth
If it meant that I could share
Every one of these moments
With You

Runaways

Somedays I like to sit and wonder what it would be like if we just ran away.
Living out of my car, traveling from place to place.
Together we could see the world.
One place at a time.
We would tell each other everything.
We would be so close because we would have shared the world with each other.
Everything we would do would be for the other person.
Because we would feel so strongly about each other that nothing else would matter.
Together we would become a pool of knowledge.
Together we would share in pains as well as joys.
And we would never have to worry about the big things.
We would be in our own world.
Separated from other people and places by an imaginary space and time.
We would have each other and that would be all that we need.
And together we would build our home.
Anywhere in the world, it wouldn't matter.
Because love is stronger than anything.
And that's what we'll have no matter how far we go.

Long time....

I miss you
I haven't seen you for days months, maybe even years.
The seasons are changing but the reality is so my love.
Changing like the frozen fields of winter into the pastures of spring.
I haven't seen you in a while, but the love is still strong.
A long time ago our souls bonded stronger than anything I've felt.
That bond is still there.
Over rivers, oceans and mountains.
Although your face may begin to fade.
Your presence is still familiar to me.
It always will be.
I miss you.
I haven't seen you in days, but you will always be here with me.
Where even imagining you here brings me sanity.
And the love you send from far away, will always come with the warm breeze.
I miss you.

Dying in the Dark

Today I'm torn.
Tried by no one, nor accounted for by anyone.
I am not forced to make any decisions.
I am simply left alone.
To my awful self, who is driven to madness.
I am surrounded by darkness and fear.
There is nothing in sight to bring me back.
The past returns and attacks my soul again and again.
I do not think to run away or to hide.
I walk alone in the darkness.
Afraid and not courageous enough to cry for help.
I decide to let it come.
To end me and turn me to a heartless.
To feel nothing and wander like a drone.
I'm not fighting, I'm tired.
My dignity is gone.
I'm not worthy of respect or love.
Tomorrow will not come, the dawn of hope is faulty.
The sun will not come again.
It's warmth is not given to those that are undeserving.
Instead it flees and takes everyone it respects with it.
I am left to die in the dark.
To die even without a hope.
The sun will not rise.
I will not feel this love.
I shudder as the cold comes.
Touching what once was my heart.
Now it becomes like every other organ, useless.
I don't know whether I'm sleeping or not because even if I were
        my dreams would be enveloped in darkness.

It seams to have been days, months, maybe years without light.
I've forgotten the feeling of it.
There's noise though.
Footsteps.
Heavy breathing.
Screaming of fear.
"Hello? Can I help?"
The footsteps stop.
They shift.
Then approach.
"I'm afraid. Please don't leave me alone."
Clearly a woman.
"I won't I promise."
She approaches, reaching out and grabs my arm and lowers to my hand.
Now we won't get lost.
Her hand in mine creates heat.
It's incredible.
I haven't felt this in so long.
It's spreading, I can feel my body warm up.
My heart is thawing.
My hand is continuing to get warmer and warmer.
But now a weird glow is coming from our hands.
She gasps.
I gasp.
The glow gets brighter and eventually it's practically blinding.
It's spreading across our bodies.
Together we are creating this light.
Together we've brought this impractical feat to happen.
Together we are our own sun and we no longer have to live in the dark.