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The dream that made me sob.
I had a weird dream today. Almost like an out-of-body experience.
I was in a body of an old man.
Walking through a backstage of a theatre. I went through the curtain and there was some sort of play/musical going on.
The crowd had a special vibe. I seemed to have enjoyed it.
I was about to leave and someone called out for me.
A mother and her small 5-year old daughter. She was the sweetest. Smiling gently.
‘We’re glad to have you here’
I sat down with them.
The daughter, with a short buzz cut came to me. She was such an angel. Smiling just as sweet.
She whispered:
'Death leaves space for your loved ones'
I felt a wave of sadness and a big lump in my throat, and sobbed uncontrollably.
The mother said something else.
''You are bitten by mold
And by mold you are reformed''
I'm not sure, I cant exactly picture the exact words. But it was along those lines.
Not that it makes any sense anyways.
At this point I woke up, Still sobbing.
Panting.
It was insane. I had never experienced this before.
It almost felt like a personal message for me.
One I'll hold dearly.
Love, Eran.
Seeing ghosts and breaking things
Room's on fire as I sit and watch it melt around me
I've been hosting screenings
Of slightly altered movie scenes
Seems familiar 'til I realize that they look just like me
Where am I? I can't find the door
How long have you been here for?
Where the houses all can talk
And I don't mind the creaky floors
And now we're in a basement
I feel wasted and I'm sure
That you'll kiss me anyway
That'll be just the thing to wake me
Maybe I'm weird or maybe I'm off the wall
But maybe it's weirder not to have dreamed at all
I can walk through walls now
Quietly I roam the halls
Suddenly I'm ten feet tall and I can touch the ceiling
I think I scared you off now
I'm regretting getting close hoping
It was just a ghost that sorta looked just like you
Where am I? I can't find the door
How long have I been here for?
Where the houses all can talk
And I don't mind the creaky floors
And now I'm in a maze
Down in this basement and I'm sure
That you'll miss me anyway
That'll be just the thing to wake me
Maybe I'm weird or maybe I'm off the wall
But maybe it's weirder not to have dreamed at all
Maybe I'm weird or maybe I'm off the wall
But maybe it's weirder not to have dreamed at all
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