The deeper your thoughts the clearer your dreams. The clearer your dreams the higher you fly. Decide to fly

I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity dreaming or magic but was determined to gaze on brilliance and gaiety at any cost.

I had a dream about you. You had just developed a way to drink sleep and I owned a coffee shop. You wanted to partner up but I suggested a more natural fit would be with a hotel. I recommended a sleazy one downtown where all the hookers go to sell sex.

Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew. They leave. They leave to pursue the opportunities laid down in their paths and they leave on account of misunderstandings.Their absence causes a vacuum a space an incompleteness which we believe no one can fill. But someday someone eventually does and that someone rekindles our hopes for companionship until the circle continues and is ultimately intervened by the permanence of death.The future is alarming as atrocious as the past. And the friendship the love the memories either remain in our hearts cherished or are forgotten like an undeserving dream.Everything eventually fades away either for the better or worse.Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew.But then again that someday is not today and so we must be a little more appreciative for the moment for the times for the present because someday everything is going to change.

Your dreams and goals are bigger than small minded people or the fears that they harbor. Dont let their ocean of fear trap you in the undertow.

I breathe in the soft saturated exhalations of cedar trees and salmonberry bushes fireweed and wood fern marsh hawks and meadow voles marten and harbor seal and blacktail deer. I breathe in the same particles of air that made songs in the throats of hermit thrushes and gave voices to humpback whales the same particles of air that lifted the wings of bald eagles and buzzed in the flight of hummingbirds the same particles of air that rushed over the sea in storms whirled in high mountain snows whistled across the poles and whispered through lush equatorial gardensair that has passed continually through life on earth. I breathe it in pass it on share it in equal measure with billions of other living things endlessly infinitely.

I had a dream about you. You had a bottle made of smoky glass which made the contents appear mysterious and I had the last smoky exhalation of a dead smoker in a Ziploc bag. I offered to trade my sandwich for your drink but you said No thanks Im asexual.

Even if you know youre sleeping youre still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep cant simply decide to wake up. Nightmares dont let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decided in their own good time to let you go.

Outside across the putrid moat and under the dark mute trees I would often lie and dream for hours about what I read in the books and would longingly picture myself amidst gay crowds in the sunny world beyond the endless forests.

I had a dream about you. I was a cat. You were a red dot. And even those times I caught you we couldnt touch. But still I chased you anyway.