Jon Radtke (liljonny) wrote,
Jon Radtke

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my head is filled with disease my skin is begging you please i'm on my hands and knees...

Last night I had a dream that I was driving. I always like when I dream about myself behind the wheel because I don't normally drive. In my dream I was at work and decided for my lunch break that I would drive to get something to eat. Somehow in that short amount of travel I managed to get myself lost and I didn't know how to get back to where I needed to be. I was concerned that people would think that I didn't care anymore and that I just decided to up and quit without any notice. Several times I stopped to call someone for directions but when I did either the phone didn't work or no one answered. Somehow I ended up in a city park where I sat down with some street kids to just eat my lunch. I asked them if they knew how to get back to where I was and they told me that they could but it didn't really matter and that I should be more concerned with where I want to be and not where I feel like I have to be. They were hungry and I wound up giving them my lunch instead and as I was sitting there, having given up on getting back to work someone came to rescue me. Probably the last person I would have imagined.

I've been having a lot of dreams though. Mostly because for the most part I spend my days sleeping on Michael's couch. It's amazing he hasn't kicked me out yet. I have been trying to be quiet and respectful of his space. Sometimes I just lay there watching him work on a new project. He has an intense life about him when he starts creating. You hear people talking about artists that put everything they are into their work and when I watch him I can see it. It becomes physical. His body leans in and out, lips purse and his brow furrows. His gaze is so intent that I think he blocks out sound because the only voice he can hear is the creative one inside his head. As he works, his body gesturing to his muse the room fills with energy. It becomes alive with activity. Aura's of intensity, passion, creativity, sadness, anger, lust, seem to swarm about clashing into one another until he's done and the room starts to quiet down, until finally it's still and I fall back to sleep.

I really don't have much of a choice but to sleep. It hits me with such ferocity that I become consumed and I can't deny it because I know that it's real. I know for the first time in a long time that this is how I feel and it's frightening. I forgot what life was like when it was as bright as it was dark. When moods were colors and those colors were just as luminous if it was red or if it was black. Right now everything feels as heavy as being hit by a ten ton truck and as apprehensive as I am, as withdrawn as I may seem to be right now. I don't want it to stop.
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