lucy days

it's been about 2 weeks now, maybe longer, that i've been having lucid ones every single sleep..again..just like i had before. dreams nobody would know about. stories that don't make sense but full of overwhelming emotions. confusing sequences and transitions and plot changes. the surprisingly almost streamlined castings of people that fits their characters perfectly as if they need not audition. every about 3 in the afternoon for the past couple of weeks, for 30 minutes or more, i lie awake eyes shut replaying the film that i just witnessed presented by my subconscious, piecing together in bulk the long takes to make sure no reel is being wasted. and at the very end of every single one of them, i have a riveting personal film that no one else saw and will ever see. it interests me dearly the idea of leaving real life and living in a dream because one thing i can say about these kind of dreams is that the emotions are too real they surpass the aftershock of the real thing. maybe because i am unconscious to even try to block them out. there's no alcohol or cigarette or scream to drown out the unforgiving emotions. it is so focused right on the moment that it seeps swiftly through the layers of my consciousness. and i feel all of them all at the same time every 3 fucking o'clock.