entries form in the mind as i sleep... some people dream and i suppose i do too, but it's not the same for me cuz i don't remember dreams the way other people say they remember dreams... my dreams are more feelings than images, wonderful feelings most of the time... yes, sometimes sexual and wet, doesn't everybody?... almost always some soaring (not as in flying, actually) feeling beyond expression... sometimes i wake and find so many words they barely make any sense... sometimes romance comes out as pure and innocent as i first explored it... sometimes the world isn't ready (or perhaps it's me) for what i find...
still, it's not just filling in entries while i am sleeping... it is releasing the words that would not come while i was awake... it is practicing... it is playing... it is relaxing... it is freeing... it is imagining being in a world that is right for me...
someday, somewhere, somehow...
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