I still see people in my sleep.

A few nights ago there was a little boy in jean overalls smiling and waving at me from my doorway. I screamed so much. Also, I actually slept walked the other night. I woke myself up after realizing I was walking around checking behind doors.

Tales From the Bed: What I Think About Latte Art

[Inspired by a dream, originally posted on my blog Penny Lyra February 1, 2012.]

I sort of dreamt this the other night (even the last sentence),

Their knees touched underneath the table at the café months before their lips would ever meet. She felt his boney kneecap tap against her fleshy leg. Neither of them pulled away, with bone and skin together their chemistry turned all the plain foam in everybody’s drinks into latte art. They never had to discuss anything, they knew they were in love.  He knew in the way that she looked at him and she knew in the way that he followed her around town. 

“Why do you even try to drink cappuccinos and that pipe…what is the point of that pipe?” she asked. “You spill and make a smoky mess out of everything.”

 “I like the way I look with my pipe and I like to sit with you and admire your olive skin and freckles,” he said. 

They’d spent every minute together. They would take a blanket down to the river and she would read books to him and he would play his guitar for her. They would dance and laugh, but she wished for more. He was only bones, but they were bones she wanted to jump. She had fallen in love with a skeleton. 

It wasn’t until a witch friend would bring him back to life and turn him into a vampire like her that he would no longer be only bones, he would have eyeballs to look upon and lips to kiss.

Tales From the Bed: Careful Walking

[Inspired by a dream, originally posted on my blog Penny Lyra December 2, 2011.]

Your friends live in a house filled with human corpses underneath the carpet.  The corpses are covered completely by the handmade Moroccan carpet that fills the entire house. There is different carpet for each room, some patterned with pink and teal camels and others in plaids and stripes.  

Life is normal with the corpse cocoons.  You catch your friends making out in the hallway with one of them by their feet. You go into the kitchen to take out a pan from the cabinet to bake cookies, it falls out and lands on one. You pick it up. On the sofa you watch a movie while holding hands with your friend under a blanket. You use one of them as a footstool.  

When you sleep over you are careful not to trip over the corpses in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. 

It’s Christmastime and Brenda Lee’s “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” is playing on the record player. You all dance merrily around each corpse as you decorate the Christmas tree with gold tinsel and popcorn garland. Pieces of popcorn fall like snow from the garland and land on the corpses. You don’t pick up the pieces.  

The house smells like warm cinnamon and pine forest and the corpses are always there.

Granny

Since my Granny passed away in August, I've been having dreams about her. I made her promise to visit me in my dreams before she went away. I was really upset, because for the first few months after she died she didn't visit me. But, lately I've been dreaming about her. In one dream I dug her up from the ground and she came back to life. She was so happy to be back and we were trying to figure out how to bring other people back from the dead. In another dream I was walking around holding her and she was laughing.  The next time I dream about her, I will write about it right away so I can remember more details. I really do have the most vivid dreams every single night.

For the past 5 years, I've been talking to my Granny on the phone at least every two weeks, sometimes every week. We would usually talk for 2 hours. She was my best friend. I really miss her. I would always tell her about my night terrors and she always thought they were so funny. Since I was little, I would sleep in the same bed as her while visiting. She had one of those giant Texas-sized beds. On one of the last visits, she made me take one of her Zoloft, so I wouldn't wake up screaming with her. OH i miss her. Even on my last day of life with her, we took a nap together in that bed. Granny please visit me tonight.

the wall

My mom's dog was sleeping with me last night. An hour into sleep I woke up because I thought I saw the dog's blood all over the wall. Still dreaming, I knew I needed to protect her, so I put her in her crate until morning. I woke up in the hallway on my way back to bed.