he wasnt often awakened from his sleep
by dreaming
usually the culprit is having to
take a leakshouldnt have drank all that tea before bed
he wasnt usually awakened by dreams because
he could manipulate hisif he wanted rather than act in themwitness them and also react between being the witness and
the actor conferees
hed been doing it for so long he
took it for granted
sex dreams were a kickhe could be
on the bottom he could be the aggressor and take it anywhere he wanted or he could be taken anywhere she wanted or they wanted hed had orgy dreams where more than half the
partners were him male and female
he woke from those
exhausted and usually napped the following afternoon
but
he didnt wake up during sex dreams
no
coitus interruptus and no onehimself
included ever got knocked up
often the bummer of sex Youre
wha Awman not Amen
his daughter had been waking him
up as she did when she was a little girl Daddy. I have to go potty. You can go pottyhoney Youre a big girl Yes. But would you take me, please?
he got up out of bed and took her
every time she ever asked him
standing in the bathroomunder the
coloured nightlife he watched her pee her little heart out or they talked and talked antalked
Baby I thought you had to go
potty
I do. I do. I will.
Some time tonight
You’re funny, Daddy. Yes. Tonight.
no matter how quickly or how long
it took he was going to be there
because
a time would come when she wouldnt wake
himwhen she go to potty by herself when she
was a big girl and hed miss her waking
him
You’re the best Dad.
she died
he wakes from his dreams when either
his dreamed-self or his dreaming-self remembers she did remembers the gift of being with her the last
three months she was alive caring for
her
she believed she could beat her
illness
he stuffed his reality and convinced
himself that she could too
he would be reeling that she
died
they didnt believe she would
curiously he woke last nightthis
morningthe sun wasnt up yet his bedroom
windows face east he didnt hang blinds or
curtains to hide it
what woke him was his dreamed-self
berating someone who had given him a tablet to read he was very direct he was evidently upset with the writer the writer handed him the tablet
Are you hiding from somethingfrom
someone he demanded My Gawd the
script Its so smallits timid The ink is faintits blue Why as he read WHY are you uncommittedwhy
are you vacillating Commit JUST
COMMIT
the writer his dreaming-self
recognised was backing away from his dreamed-self as his dreamed-self read and spoke
he threw the tablet
at the retreating writer
he was wakinghe was hypnagogic he
heard the pages flutter as he threw the paper tablet My Gawdman he was incensed his dreaming-self stood as a mute
witness That was exactly a pomegranate filled with shriveled
arid fruit seeds like stale raisins Colourless
he was awake
his dreamed-self wasnt harsh
harsh is hard for him to determine
because he is severe
0702 & 1044, Day-between-Two-Ts, 10 6.
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Doris Day Dream a Little Dream of Me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h7j8wa9sWOE