Dream A Little Dream

I have very vivid dreams...the kind of vivid that wake you up not entirely sure what just happened...where the line between reality and brainspin cross and leave you kind of in a state all day. I had one of those dreams last night and I can't seem to shake it, so I thought maybe if I wrote about it...gave it form...it would let me move on. Read at your own peril...

It was night in a dark room...there were circles of color swirling around on the ceiling and walls with haze in the air and indistinguishable talking under the relentless beat of bass and drums... I'm sitting on the floor and mellow. There's a man in black talking to someone...about me. I don't quite know what he's saying, and honestly, I don't care. I find it all rather amusing...and I'm game for whatever happens next.

He comes over and says something, but I've forgotten to remember it because the lights start. His hands are lighted green and red and they're moving...swirls and circles and figure eights...unbelievable patterns...leaving trails of design in their wake...keeping pace with the music. He moves them around...closer to my face...then away...around me...over me...around my head and up my body. These lights might well be going through me. I feel like I'm dancing...being lifted...expanding from the inside out as the light show swells...and the music swells...and I swell -- lifting my body up like a puppet on a string of light. And at the peak of it, the lights converge and touch my forehead and the man in black says "Lay back. You're done."

I collapse on the floor...spent...euphoric...like I've just been blown apart by the best feeling on record...only completely unlike anything I've experienced before. And I can't stop grinning.

I am an ecstatic cheshire cat...so I just laid there and purred.

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Right. That part where I said I hoped maybe this would help the dream let go? It's so not helping! Grr...