AND OTHER THINGS

I hate dreaming but there is no way out always back visiting the same location Im the same age the people are still the same people even though they are now long dead just more torturing and Lori likes to scream at me to get me up because Im so exhausted I fall back to sleep Five foot nothing she is but what a mighty little ol gal she is (forty) Cute as a Badger! and just as ferocious so that really rounds it out Right in the middle of some horrible place I try to get away from and then the Battle cry the slam of adrenalin jump out of bed Wheres the fire wheres my baseball bat wheres the stick (thank god Im wearing clean underwear..) get dressed heart pounding head splitting No coffee Yet Not in a happy place now at all MEds making me feel like I got run over a few times yet I must say its been the most stable of my whole entire life with good production and we have gentle moments of peacefullness thats just my mornings sometimes I can relate to the kind of dreams you write of though Great Poem