i just had the most beautiful moral-filled dream. woke up unexpectedly. it'd probably mean nothing to anybody else, but i have to write it down before i shut my eyes again in fears that it will wash out of memory.


we were living in a small cottage, deep within a desolate land where every road was laced with trees on both sides that arched over. i was outside, tending to our garden. the atmosphere was drenched in gray, so the roses looked inexplicably vibrant. you were inside, baking. you had big headphones on and were dancing around without care. i came inside and reclined on our window-seat next to the soft lazy lamp light. i shifted between watching you and the rain. everything was finally simple. i could feel that the wall between us had been demolished. we were so free together. you walked over, sat down, and said, "tell me something magical..like the time you told me about your friend who was afraid to fly on planes, but he got on anyways, and it landed him right in front of the moon."