I don’t think sleeping recharges my batteries. I can sleep for three days and feel exhausted. But when I dream, I wake up like a new person. I wonder if ‘dreamer’ is in the dictionary. I dream just about every night. I used to write them down and study them and I could control them. When I started to have power over them I started to get tired and very unhealthy looking. I stopped writing them down – sounds weird, well it was. Last night when I went to bed I was rather disheveled. I had had a conversation with a friend of mine and was left with just a super unsettling feeling. I was sad.

I’ve been sad a lot more lately. I don’t like it – it’s not my favorite feeling and if I wanted to be depressed I’d probably have to take a few bitches with me.

Last night while the man on the moon was playing host to the Little Prince, I was dreaming. I was in school. Lately a nice assortment of dreams in the classroom. I was maybe second row. Typical authoritarian arrangement. Mid-teacher lecture the principal walks in. Pointing to the back row calls up this boy from the back row. Something about him not being able to take the course. The boy moves forward and sits in the seat front and center. “What movie will you watch?” The male principal proceeds to list about four movies. My boy looks straight at him and claims a title not on the list. Labyrinth.
Then I woke up.

I dreamt about Ryan getting a flat on the way to St. Augustine. It’s a great song too. I used to get a dream about being attacked by bats, there was more to it than that but basically that was my recurring nightmare. It’s morphed. Different night’s dream. It was the same dream but my fears have changed.

Things in my dreams come true. Stranger things have happed.