billybillybilly

it's not usual for me that a dream would follow with a requiem, not that it's never happened before.

i just lived an entire life and it shook me. my whole life in the third person view. i want to remember everything but i don't.

the life i lived ran parallel to the life i'd lived before, so i knew where it started and how, and what i was doing and when it would end and why i would die but not what would come after that. i had a concert to play. all the people in my world would be there, gathered to watch me and to listen.

between my lives it was just empty space that eventually i woke up from but i just worried so much that i wouldn't. of course, that was after the fact...

"the universe is shaped exactly like the earth..." went straight so long that i ended where i was.

there was a woman i loved deeply. i couldn't live without her and she couldn't love me back. and that's why i died the first time. and that's the parallel of the life i woke to in my dream. i knew how i'd feel and i knew it was a matter of time. i fell in love with a woman who could love me, but she wouldn't love me back.

and the dream consisted of hundreds of little dreams. they all played like instruments towards a finale. that's how i know i dreamed the length of a life. because life is a long series of connections and disconnections that only make as much sense as you can decipher from your memories on looking back. thank god for retrospect.



i died and the dream ended. there was a bit of blank space i worried i wouldn't wake up from. but i did, so i went back to sleep.