she bought me a dream catcher to hang over the bed
the bed she laid in with me
it was her going away present to me
i didn’t know she was taking a trip
so i hung it over the head board
right above where she used to grab and shake it until it seemed as if it would snap
careful not to touch her finger prints in case one day she returned for them
a childish wish
but aren’t all wishes childish
don’t we wish from the same place we were a super hero or artist or poet
i hung it there and laughed at the silliness of it
but every night i feed it
no longer dreams of her
though it is fat from them i’m sure
can you crack open a dream catcher like a pinãta
will all the dreams you dreamt spill out like candies across the pillows
to be savored at last in waking hours
i don’t have a sweet tooth but i could develop one for that
the yellow ones taste like sunshine riding your bike full speed down hill
maybe like when your wheel caught the rut and twisted the handle bar so that it pierced your young intestines
you walked home with it hanging out like a big boy
no tears until the hospital
the blue ones taste like the aquarium, where the morey eel so amazed you
or later where you would go and fantasize about drowning in the big tanks
watching them feed the nurse sharks and thinking how nice it would be to sleep in there
the red ones we don’t eat
puffed up cheeks and screams that you are fat and stupid
no
better leave the red ones alone if you know what’s good for you
don’t make her get the hanger idiot
the green ones like the tall bushes of berries where you would pick and pick and mother would make delicious jellies and jams
beware the large spiders and there webs and the thorns though
be careful picking through them
better yet
let’s leave the dreams alone
maybe it is saving you from yourself
from longing for the things you’ll never have
from the things you have had
the cotton web swollen with night mares and longing
yes
let’s just go to sleep and forget it’s there
no need to remember our dreams we dream when we are so excited
no
let’s just fall into slumber
peaceful, dreamless sleep
This just casually tells so many stories.
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the only part not true is there is no dreamcatcher
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this one is a vivid & wonder-filled adventure. i’m going to go read it again.
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I’d rather live in my fantasies and dreams than nowhere at all. But that’s me.
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i don’t necessarily agree with the words. i just have to type them. i think my dreams would be wonderfully terrifying to be in.
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Believe me, I know all about getting the words out. Shit. I’ve written from the perspective of a man (which I’m not), a caribou (again, not one of those), and a murderer (nope)…. just to name a few. I was simply commenting my opinion.
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wait, you’re not a Caribou? It’s in the name…
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I know the little picture is confusing… and possibly false advertising… but no
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I don’t know what’s real anymore
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I’m sorry to be the bearer of such news.
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I’ve been telling everyone I know an anthropomorphic caribou. They said I was a liar. I pushed one down a well for doubting me. Oh god.
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oh god oh god what have you done?! How ‘bout for the sake of your rep… we go ahead and all agree I’m actually a caribou… sound good to everyone? Smiles all around?
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Hahaha
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