I had a dream that I went to Disneyland alone.
But Disneyland was different, it was my own “happiest place on earth.” It ran along the coast of the Pacific, and was separated into sections. They were so beautiful. One was meant for kayaking through a pond kind of place with wooden poles sticking out of the water everywhere, and the pink sky completed it.
Then to end my lovely stroll through Disneyland was the last piece of it. Just water, as far as the eye could see. And I was walking on it, it was amazing. I walked a little further to the edge of nothingness where the sky was both above and below us, and sat next to him.
He tried so hard to snatch me away. He crawled behind me, held me close to him, whispered sweet things in my ear, but it didn’t feel right. That boy was different from the real one. I don’t know why, other than that he would never do that. Plus he’s too far away from me.
As a friend.
The dream log of a would-be genius. Navigating the vast expanse of the worlds she creates during the nameless night hours. An attempt to capture reality. "Everything you can imagine is real." --Pablo Picasso
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January 17, 2012
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