I dreamed about you
last night
you were not quite you
but I was not quite me
so
it was okay;
other things were different
a strip mall
where the church hall
should be.
You did things
you've never shown an inclination to do
in real life.
But in this dream,
I didn't mind
too much.
The only thing that confuses me
is why I dreamed about you?
I thought I was over you?
at least mostly?
I haven't dreamed in months,
(or seen you in weeks)
so now
why were you in my dream?
I don't mind,
but now I'm confused.
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<3 I totally got the
<3
I totally got the confusion from this poem. I could just imagine someone mulling over this, not being upset, but just being....confused. Anyway, it was really vivid. I loved it.
A year and a half ago, this
A year and a half ago, this would have been me all over. Now, not so much. I haven't stopped dreaming, but the dreams have started to be in-character. The distance in miles has lengthened again, but much less in thought. So now the dreams don't confuse me... real life does. And I'm not sure of the point of this comment other than to say, yep, been there.
I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief