I Dreamt About You

[The Pilot]

I dreamt about you. I can’t recall images
Or words, but I can relive the colors I felt therein:
Red pink and yellow. Like sticky skin,
Open pores, and wide, tired eyes;
The hues of separated blood they were, stinging my nose and throat.

But despite what you may think, it had an incredible,
Childish atmosphere. The feelings of safety nearly
Suffocating, the comfort nearly choking,
The benign equality smothering. Can you see it now?
The color of scars and broken capillaries like a warm blanket.

Apparently all insecurity was absent in this dream (I think my freckles too)
But despite what you may think, I slept like a baby that night,
Or maybe a log. I awoke better rested than I had felt in days.
Opened my eyes with a smile. And though some might disagree,
It was a good dream.




|Can anyone guess what this dream was about? So far everyone's been wrong.|

[Lady Hammer]

Being blown up? Good poem, though I don't think I can guess what it's about...

[creamwolfgurl]

Getting a nose bleed and drinking too much?

[The Pilot]

Both of you are extremely wrong. ^^

[Lady Hammer]

Is it about "things"? *immature little girl laughter*

[The Pilot]

MAYBE..

It was crazy psychological, though. Like, the entire dream took place in a room that looked like a womb. The walls were red and orange, and they wouldn't sit still, and the light seemed to come from outside the walls. That's the main thing I remember.