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On My Pillow

When I put my head on my pillow

The magic starts

I meet people

People far more interesting and kind than in real life



Family and friends

Blemishes in character voided

Debts are nonexistent

Mine and theirs

New loves spellbinding

Some brand new; some recurring

But all miraculous and mythical just the same

I don’t know them but I love them unconditionally

I wake ready to take on the world

For just a mere moment

Until the realization

That it wasn’t real

I plod through the day

I can’t wait to put my head on my pillow tonight


What is it about a dream

The ones that are especially vivid in nature

Where the identities of the characters are unknown

In a storyline that might make partial sense

A strange nostalgia comes over me when I wake up

I wish I were with them instead of my actual reality

The details do not fade for hours, maybe days, weeks…..

Several of my dreams are recurring

Maybe one a week, once a month

Many of the people are good friends of mine

Even though I’ve never met them in real life

Maybe they exist somewhere

Maybe not

I used to go to sleep thinking about a specific dream

Hoping it would come to me that night

It never does

These dreams live on their own timeline

They come when they come

And I am depressed when they end