I'm not a lucid dreamer. In fact, many times I wake up and have to remind myself of what's real, and what's fake. My eyes have to adjust to see light purple and dark purple, instead of grey and red. My ears have to determine which voices are in my head an which voices arenot my own, are speaking to me.
I dreamt I had a child once. I lost the child, forgot the child. He wandered suburban backroads with our dog- no one could see him, no one could remember him.
His name was Truth.
I dreamt I had a brother. I still dream about him. He grows with me. We first started dreaming about each other when I was really little. We were wild children, dirty faces and bare feet. Our grandfather raised us in his little treehouse laboratory. I forgot about them for awhile, but I went back to that little treehouse in a later dream, when I was a bit older. My brother was there when I began to remember. My brother was there when I jumped with joy, excited about everything I'd forgotten. My brother was there when I realized who was missing.
"Where's Grandpa?" I asked.
"Please don't forget," He whispered sadly.
My brother met me later, in many other dreams and adventures. He laughed at me when I had a hard time running up a hill. He found me in a stall when I was scared of the other teens at a skating rink. He protected me when I had a nightmare, when I was trapped in a translucent jail, a jail made of glass, a jail on an island, a jail where babies and the elderly and men and women all sat and waited and went insane, no one remembering why they were there or when they would leave.
"Please don't forget."
I've never had a brother.
I hope that this one is real, that I'll meet him someday. When I hear a voice and have to decide if it's an echo or if it's real I always think of him- maybe he's calling out to me. Maybe we can go on these adventures for real.
But maybe he's not real.
The words you wake up speaking don't have any definition, not in any language at least.
Your son, the boy named Truth, he's not really your son, and he's not really lost.
"Please don't forget."
Please don't forget, please don't forget.
Sometimes I'd rather be there. I'd rather be dreaming, in the worlds I know so well, with people that I love, on adventures where nobody judges me. where "life" problems don't matter.
Stop, oh. A rational thought. she's telling me that I'm growing to attached. Real life matters, Real life is actually happening, forget them and have your adventures with Real people out here. Never wonder which voices are which, which colors are which, which words are real or made-up. Come back to reality, keep your feet on the ground. Science can define what happens out here.
"please don't forget" But Charlie, I made a promise.
a promise to a dream.
I dreamt I made a promise. A promise I can't keep.
But I might see my brother every time I fall asleep.