In Dreams

I love to sleep, to a fault. I have never seriously suffered from insomnia, although it seems a romantic notion to me, unable to sleep & gazing out the window at the world at 2am. When I get up to pee, I look out at our garden & our street in the wee early morning & I love the world at that time of night. But, I crave sleep. I enjoy a vivid & fantastic dream life.

Even these past 2 weeks, falling under the sandman’s spell through my Vicodin cloud, I still have yummy, warm, extravagant reveries of wandering  around hallucinatory cities, with houses of endless rooms with lush interiors. I have frequent dreams of splendid men in repose. What could it mean?

I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you.

In dreams I walk with you. In dreams I talk to you.

In dreams you're mine. All of the time we're together

In dreams, In dreams.

But just before the dawn, I awake & find you gone.

I can't help it; I can't help it, if I cry.

I remember that you said goodbye.

It's too bad that all these things, can only happen in my dreams

Only in dreams… in beautiful dreams.

Roy Orbison

1963