13/28 - Smiling

Last night I dreamt I had hip bones once again.
The angular, skin-piercing sharpness of my teenage youth.
It might have been inspired by rugby thighs, by thoughts derived therefrom.
Or the fornicating flesh of Faulks’s fictional lovers on the BBC.
Or possibly pertained to last week’s pregnancy announcement.
But, last night I dreamt I had hip bones once again.

aros 21 - disappointment

Although one might complain about the waste of money, waste of time, it is the wasteful expenditure of dreams that hurts most.

aros 8 - 'and I awoke'

Mildly disturbed and pondering the implications of a dream in which I forgot the existence of my new born baby in order to entertain a visiting virtual writer friend, carrying it around unnoticed in a zipped up blue sports bag.

Dream on!

This morning I woke late, aware that I'd been dreaming about Sean or Christy - a warm and comfortable dream, of sensations rather than facts, feelings rather than words so there is nothing left, now that I've woken, which can be written down.   What a pity that some sort of plug-in hasn't yet been invented which could turn my dreams into written words.