dear good morning to you diary,
what a night. i dreamed i was watering the plants outside and damn near twisted becky's poor toenail off trying to get the hose to shut off. if she would not have yelped- ida prolly kept on trying. then i made reservations at the ramada for the jacuzzi tonight, boy wouldn't that be nice, and then ate donuts and found money on my tray at the mello cream donut shop in springfield. see, that is what confuses me so much sometimes. is because in say- a year or two- that dream may get miscategorized- and go in the 'actually did' pile. cuz the dreams where i can fly- clearly those i didn't do, but the dreams about everyday things- are as common as a shoe. and beins that i sleep so much- my two worlds collide. sometimes i know its best to not even step outside. that is why i say i have a normal life, safely in the confines of my bed, and when i shut my eyes, i am liked and understood and never a tear gets shed. but then i cant use my gift i was given, the one that makes me strong. when i keep my talent hidden away- it makes the days so long. i must continue to polish what i have until it shines so bright, and like my other beautiful dream- it too- will soon take flight.
what a night. i dreamed i was watering the plants outside and damn near twisted becky's poor toenail off trying to get the hose to shut off. if she would not have yelped- ida prolly kept on trying. then i made reservations at the ramada for the jacuzzi tonight, boy wouldn't that be nice, and then ate donuts and found money on my tray at the mello cream donut shop in springfield. see, that is what confuses me so much sometimes. is because in say- a year or two- that dream may get miscategorized- and go in the 'actually did' pile. cuz the dreams where i can fly- clearly those i didn't do, but the dreams about everyday things- are as common as a shoe. and beins that i sleep so much- my two worlds collide. sometimes i know its best to not even step outside. that is why i say i have a normal life, safely in the confines of my bed, and when i shut my eyes, i am liked and understood and never a tear gets shed. but then i cant use my gift i was given, the one that makes me strong. when i keep my talent hidden away- it makes the days so long. i must continue to polish what i have until it shines so bright, and like my other beautiful dream- it too- will soon take flight.
