escape.

my bed= my sanctuary.
my dreams have been so weird latley.
i keep dreaming of planes and
helicopters.
last i was a child again.
and barack obama and his wife were
my parents.
we were all in bed...
they were comforting me.
i was sleeping in their bed because i was
scared. and the KKK
was trying to break into
my house.
i could see a member looking into
our bedroom window..he was albino
and had crystal clear, peircing
blue eyes.almost grey.
then we were in a room
with mccain and the KKK.
and they were
tearing obama apart.
i was crying.
it was all too strange.
another one i was on a cruise ship
and i met a boy with bleach blonde hair.
and tanned skin.
he was a helicopter pilot.
he smelt so good. and we kissed.
then i realized he was my best
friends boyfriend.
no clue?
i love my bed.
nothing feels better than sinking
into the sheets and completely letting
go of every thought. allowing and asking all
my cells and existence to let
go. release. recover.
sleep is a
beautiful gift from the
heavens. i look forward to
going to bed lately
due to my crazy, pent
up dreams.
they occupy my thoughts in the day.
they are my escape.