Dreams 2

We know lots of things at the backs of our brains. The part that touches the tops of pillows, sweating dreams into the fabric. I like to think no thought goes unused, that what I cannot understand while awake can delight me while I sleep. I imagine each pillow contains the threads of different kinds of dreams, so that when I roll and shift in bed I combine the dreams of love, and fear, and the insane. And then I wake up and wonder what it means to kiss some girl I've never seen riding on the back of a rhinoceros in a thunderstorm. And I wish that it were real.