Dreams

I believe I have a world of subconscious inside me,rather like The Pensieve,that swirls within my head slowly like a gaseous liquid.
All of them have mysterious reccurrence...a deja vu but within that same realm...called dreams.
At alternating times though i live my life there; the desirable things i want in my life happen there...nay...they do NOT involve anything materialistic.
The only thing materialistic ever featuring in those dreams is....food!

Apart from getting calls on my cellphone from people who are dead,I also have had the experience of an overwhelming feeling of being communicated with a powerful negetive energy...so much so,that i had to fight the milieu of biting feelings...and pray...in my subconscious.Hell, maybe it was just my imagination again....

Earlier,sleep was an addiction for me.I would fall asleep within 5 minutes in a delightful slumber by simply delving deeper...deeper...and deeper into thinking I'm in my imaginary lover's arms...VERY typically girlish watching all those silly romantic movies!I guess though they endorsed sleep well!

Of late, my real life has started seeping into my dreams...i find myself "dreaming" that i'm still making documents for my project(which is over a long time back now), instructing colleagues to do some mundane task: something which has already happened...deja vu in reverse... deja fait (??!!)
However the afternoon dreams are light...and sylvan.Like today i dreamed of speaking to someone like the genuinely good ol' times, and making him laugh...times i am sorely missing.
But i'm wished sweet dreams and i look forward to dreaming: the sole right i have been God gifted with that endures encore.
And though my heart may not soar like it used to before, and the tears make my eyelashes sticky and my mind wants to sleep inspite of my heart's unrest and i won't wake up on an unfinished dream even if I run late in life, i will dream good.

Sweet dreams.