Life. It [Continues]

I go crazy when the bedsheets get hot.
I also go crazy when I wake up and feel pillow fuzz in my mouth. But I don't go crazy enough to get up. I actually just kinda lay there in my bed and wish my mouth would moisturize itself.
Because it never does, I dream that it does.
I once drank an entire oasis in a Peruvian desert.
I once swallowed a cloud full of cherub tears.
And once, I think I may have dreamt of a water faucet. Or maybe it was a refrigerator or a gallon of purified aquafina. But who's to say, right?
I mean, it could have been anything.
Oranges. Yes. Oranges and orange orchards. Orange juice is simply delightful to chug when it is just the right consistency against a grainy throat. I remember I did that once. One morning I woke up and I couldn't breathe without a weeze. So I drank oj with calcium.
That wasn't a dream.
It really cleared my throat so I know it wasn't a dream.

I dream when my days get draggy.
Only sometimes, I'm not really dreaming.
Like this one time I found myself cleaning out my closet. And I found this hat, right?
And I put it on and it fit just right and it really was not anything exceptional. It was a plain, white hat that probably came from Narnia for all I know.
Who's to say?
Anyway, I put it on my head and wouldn't you know, I'm the reinvented Marky Mark. I'm breaking it down. Getting low, cleaning like there's no tomorrow. And if you told me that I did this, if you were to....I don't know...explain to me how wildly I broke it down on my floorboards, I might have just slapped you. Right across the face. When you said Ryan, you were dancing like Tom Cruise on X, you were Travolta on Roids, MJ on rhinoplasty, I would not have believed you.
I would have said, no. I was just dreaming. You were probably dreaming.
Nope. I didn't do that.
I never did that.

Sometimes, I just dream crazy.