Thursday, March 22, 2012

Sweet Dreams are Made of This

Who am I to disagree?

Every night now.

It was unsettling the first time they started, seven years ago.

Traveling, in a crowd of strangers.

But somehow I feel right at home.

I know in the long run it isn't really important.

I know that I'll always return home when I wake up.

But to live in a dream— it is possible, if only for a few weeks.

To change everything about your environment.

To escape— yes— escape is the right word.

A new rhythm for my daily life.

And then when I do come home my sleep of dreams will stop.

These dreams are the training for my last escape.

By Professor Batty


Blogger Jono said...

I hope it's not your last escape!

Anonymous I'd Rather Be in Iceland said...

Nice picture! And yes, hope it's not the last one...

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