I Don the Quixotic Armor…

We sat down and talked last night, her and I, beside the house overlooking the park. We looked at the stars from between trees, obscured partially by a bunch of wires hanging. We smoked something–I don’t know what it was but she brought it home with her–and we talked.

About a lot of things, really. Mostly, she said, "Be cool about all this." She was pretty flirty, too. It was a good night.

Then I woke up, sat up, got ready for work. The dream’s been with me all day. I don’t think I’ll get over how she looked–either her image of what she wanted to look like or how I see her, I don’t know–but she was powerfully beautiful. 

She told me to chill. And today was a pretty good day. Too bad I have things like this happen and I can’t really explain it to anyone. Even her. She didn’t remember trying anything, and frowns when I tell her about it. "I feel dead inside," was all she replied to it.

So either we interacted and connected (the dream was too powerful and real for me to think otherwise) and she doesn’t remember it because she’s no bueno, or my mind uses one of the most terrifying tricks i’ve ever seen to bring me back to my center. It had such an impact on me, I was actually singing while I worked today.

Nothing’s changed between Cygnus and I. Something’s changed inside, and once again, I(d) had nothing to do with it.

Ever get the feeling you’re connected to something you can’t explain? Right. I feel like I could conquer the world. And it’s a little scary, thinking about the reason why.

And again, they say dreams mean nothing.