sometimes when i sleep i dream. sometimes when i dream it feels so real. i'm sipping a cocktail, laughing, exchanging ideas, talking about music, talking about photography, experiencing the process through which when a stranger becomes a friend. sometimes i dream i'm surrounded by friends and there's no plan, just easy transitions from here to there, someone says "let's go to x!" and we troop to x, the journey as fun as the destination, linked arms and like minds, playful spirits, everyone's goal often just to make the others laugh, and it comes so easily, so effortlessly, from deep inside, mouth open, eyes closed, laughing out of joy, and sometimes i realize it's not a dream, it's just a thursday night, and when my head hits the pillow there's a smile on my face.
mildy related:
sleep to dream.
unrelated:
the raconteurs - hands.
the raconteurs - level.
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