In my dreams



In my dreams, I tried to ran as fast as I could, away from something, or  toward something, but I seem to be running in slow motion

There I would be flying, but I seem to be flying really low, and then I find myself falling.

In my dreams, I would oftentimes end up in this place, kinda like a mall, but I can’t quite identify the place.  Walking. Walking,  And then I’d find myself elsewhere.

Sometimes, I would try to put my contact lens on, but the small circular soft object suddenly would expand and grow bigger than my eyes and I’m unable to fit them.

There I would see my father, talking to me. But I can’t seem to figure out a word he’s saying.  He’s right beside me, but I can’t hear him.

Dreams they say are by-products of our imagination, of our subconsciousness.  But most of the time, or almost always, I don’t understand them.

I don’t want live in my dreams.

They frighten me.

About +daddy+drEw+

HIV awareness and treatment Advocate & Activist. Living with HIV since 2007. A friend. A partner. A dad to the HIV Community.
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