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Dreaming..

"Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake."
Henry David Thoreau

Im sure that was meant metaphorically, but I love it in the literal sense too much to care.

And tell us your own dreams. Submit written, image, or quote posts. Its a tumblr dream journal!

1. Extras

       i woke up this morning and knew i had to start a dream journal. But i couldnt do it on paper. i cant write on paper, its weird. so i decided to do this. i had many impressionable dreams tonight.  but im going to write this one first, cause it scared me.

       it all starts on a street. a street bustling with people. a virtual street, on a pier. bustling with players from everywhere. how do i know its virtual? i just do. its a dream. i see two people. they will be my comrades for the this part of my journey. dominique and my cousin, michael. we make our way to the end of the pier. theres a courtyard. its surrounded by a chainlink fence. this is to our advantage, because also sorrounding the courtyard is an elevated walkway. a forbidden walkway. we are here to see where it leads. there is a guard on said walkway. he keeps people away from the entrance, on the other side of the courtyard. there is alot of people. he wont notice us. i climb the fence and land on the walkway, on one side is the pier, on the other nothing but blue sky and water. i forget all about my comrades and walk.

       at the entrance, the guard has given up, people stream toward me. i walk ahead of them until i get to the end. theres a gate. i walk through. i see people. wait. no. not people. extras. extra copies of people. people i know. is see the faces of people from school. people i dont know the names of. people i do know the names of.

       a kiss and they are bound to you. a whisper goes through the crowd. they launch at the extras. collecting them up as fast as they can. i walk through the complex. it looks like apartments. the extras stand, lie, and sit in various forms. it looks like they had just stopped whatever they were doing as soon as we walked in. one is still bent over, picking up a leaf. it looks like amanda.

      i collect a couple but leave them behind, one is at a computer. i put my lips to hers and suddenly im looking out of her eyes. its crazy and vertigo inducing. slowly it recedes and i leave the room. I walk into another room. here the extras are pilled one on top of the other like discarded magazines on a bed. i peel them back and on the bottom i find someone familiar. hes missing a shoe. its on the floor. i unite him and his lost shoe and grab him by the back of the head and plant one on him. he opens his eyes and breathes, inflating like an old cartoon character. i look around to see if there’s any more extras i can get but somehow i know its not time be greedy. i spend too much time and ill end up with nothing.

   i look back at the extra. my extra. he stares back blankly. i don’t know why i keep this one. its not even of someone i really care too much about. just some dude from school. maybe i can use it later in some dastardly scheme, i tell myself. i walk with this one. out onto the pier once more. it walks behind me. im afraid people will notice its an extra. people arent supposed to know. i have to put it away. away in storage, where ill be able to get it again. i check a map. there is a storage bin in a grocery store not to far from here. i walk there.

       the storage bin is like a big metal box. i order my extra into it. it crouches and enters. i look up and see my brother. he cant see my extra. he isnt supposed to know. i walk towards him. my extra takes this time to try to escape. i catch it. I kiss it again, its eyes grow clouded. it isnt supposed to want to leave. this is becoming troublesome.

      my brother talks to a store employee. this gives me time. i take the extra, shove it into the metal crate and pile things in its way. at last i lock it. i walk towards my brother. i can hear the extra trying to escape again. it wont.

       “ready to go?” my brother asks me.

       “of course” i say. we walk away from the storage bin, and a last thought crosses my mind before i awake. maybe its not just an extra.

   i still wish i could go back. let it go. im afraid of what this dream might mean.