But I Don't Want To Stop Dreaming...

I rrrreally did not want to wake up today. I had just had enough of the "real" world and wanted to stay where I was in the dream world. So when I woke up I spent the better part of 2 hours trying to find it again with no luck though I did have some disjointed dreams in the process, most of which were mostly lucid. It felt like home and I felt like I was being ripped away from it and really there wasn't much plot to the dream, just that I was lucid enough to understand I couldn't stay.

It begun in the kitchen of my "dream house", I was cooking something with the help of Evaly who kept stealing kisses between chopping veggies. It was just such a "normal" sort of domestic dream. I felt so at home and so at peace with her in my kitchen. Then I began thinking about how the kitchen is the heart of the home and then I remembered telling that to some of my friends, that phrase... and then I realized that I was in a dream and none of it was real.

Evaly looked up at me and smiled, she asked me to get some herbs from the garden so I walked through the house out onto the porch and down the few steps to our little herb garden. Our house sat on a cliff over looking the sea and as soon as I stepped outside the scent of the ocean hit me, the salt, humidity, and calm as it crashed on the rocks below in a hushed sort of hiss.

I stared out at the sea and the sky was so vivid but unreal. It was a gradient of blues, purples, oranges, golds, and reds. I heard the screendoor swing shut and Evaly stood there on the porch saying,
"It's almost done. Have you got them?"

"Yeah, here." I handed some sprigs of rosemary, thyme, and fresh cilantro to her. I could smell the herbs and the salty air. I remember distinctly the texture of her hair. Thick but sort of feathery at the ends but the same dark inky black I'm used to. I started to run my fingers through it.

She laughed and turned, headed back inside, "Well we better add these. Come inside, it looks like rain."

And what had been a clear sky with a brilliant sunset was suddenly dark and rainy.

I came inside as the rain pattered on the roof. Apparently we had made soup and she had set a bowl out for me. I sat down at the corner of the table beside her as we ate. I do actually remember tasting the soup vividly. She smiled at me and said quietly,
"You know you can't stay." as she blew on her soup to cool it.

"But I don't want to stop dreaming." I said, picking at my soup.

It was thundering outside and I felt the chill of the rain come through the open windows as the curtains danced. I sensed I was drifting towards consciousness. I didn't fight it because I knew that the harder I fought the faster I'd wake up.

Evaly began singing softly, a song that I heard once before in a dream,

"We're birds of a feather and I know you're in need of fair weather, just call my name again,
'cause it's getting stormy, you know where to find me, and I know you're in need of a friend."

"My father sang that in another dream."

Then she smiled at me and said, "Do you hear the chainsaw?"

My eyes popped open and I heard it, fully awake. Apparently mom was outside chainsawing a tree by the edge of the garden and it had thundered and rained last night.