Sweven

The 9th

Singer
Settle into the safety of bed. A stranger face slips through the curtains of my window. His break and enter lullaby does not send me to sleep. Still, I let him sing.

Hypnagogic
-Too many cars crammed in a driveway
-A sea of cheerleaders
-A solitary small child runs down a dark snowy street
-"Don't you know?" someone asked. I turned to see who
-To someone familiar of face I say, "I know you from waking life."


One lucid dream to be added later.