this morning #899.

this morning, a single slat rattled in the breeze, snapping my ass out of what’d, all of the sudden, become one of the most dramatic dreams i’d had in quite a long time. romance mixed with intrigue mixed with wacky dream shit. i wish i’d watched it all play out but instead, we were back to reality. sadly. no choice but to bury the idea of returning to that dream. not too keen on seeing what i’d be wading through today but it was high time to dive right into a new draft of daily drama. the slog of the commute. the need for food. rational responses to assorted unplanned calamities. i wished that that was the dream. if it was, i’d be ok with waking up like this & leaving my dreams behind.