in this dream, i'm sitting next to LTF on his lumpy couch.
we have to talk, he says.
ok, i say.
we need to communicate better, he says. i'm not happy with just seeing you on the weekends, when you send me a message or text. i think we could do better.
uh-huh, i say.
i'm not happy with just this little slice of a relationship, he says.
oh? i say.
because, he says, i think that we could really lo--
and that's when i woke up.
perfect timing, huh?
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If you say so.
Right. So, since noone else is saying it, I will: How did that make you feeeel? I mean were you relieved when you woke up? Disappointed? Irritated?
Um, because otherwise, I'll be forced to finish that word/sentence, and make it really wierd.
And also: how is this a work dream?
i'm trying really hard to make that dream a work dream. you know, LTF symbolized my work/life balance and, uh, it was asking for more balance and, uh...
i'm still trying to figure out how it made me feel. i woke up a little startled. sort of 'What the Hell??'
maybe if i wait long enough i can convince myself that this was just all the alcohol from the oscar party affecting my brain.
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