I dreampt I was B's pony. Only I didn't dream the actual experience of it, I dreampt I had a photograph of it, and I thought it was real, and that I had blacked out the experience. I wish I could show B the picture, I was pretty. "See B? I was your pony. I was strong enough to pull your wagon, aren't you proud?" Actually, I dunno how I was pulling it, as my legs were strapped to the wagon-thing, and my hands were holding onto some kind of vehicle in front. But I was next to a real pony who was pulling, and the emotions conveyed that we were doing equal amounts of work, showing equal strength and usefulness. Emotions convey all the essential information, in dreams.
I got to lay down with B for a while, and that was nice. But there was also an emotion conveying that she'd want to have my kids, and I know that's bullshit. I wish my dreams would get a clue... just because a woman is interested in me for one reason or another, doesn't mean she also wants to have kids with me.
This was a very long and confusing dream, and I kept thinking I had woke up, so I would attempt to write it all down on LJ as I'm doing now... only all my writing attempts turned into bad poetry, as I was still dreaming. I wish I could show the poetry here, some of it was interesting. I've been dream-writing a lot since B told me to keep a journal... hours and hours of wasted effort. This is the first thing I've really written.
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