“I dreamt a dream tonight.”
“And so did I.”
“Well, what was yours?”
“That dreamer’s often lie.”
“…In bed asleep while they do dream things true!”
“Oh! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you!”
–R&J: Romeo and Mercutio,
Ya’ll gotta watch the video “or it all just falls apart” Just saying… (Yes! I feign Texan; it is my wont.)
After a night of hard blogging and writing of drafts, and becoming somewhat disillusioned and more than daft, I perished toward my bed, reaching out for the Arms of Morpheus.
Within moments, I slipped into that nether sleep, that sleep between sleeps, that semi-conscious state of affairs. Sleep, but Not Sleep.
Then I began to dream things that should have been true. But were not true, yet so true.
Wonderful words words words! Words to sate my unnourished prose.
Words swirl’d about in my mind like so many fireflies on a summer’s eve:
““Words, words, words!. Once, I had the gift. I could make love out of words as a potter makes cups of clay. Love that overthrows empires. Love that binds two hearts together, come hellfire & brimstone.”
— “Will Shakespeare in Love”
I had it (them, those) words… goin’ on. Brilliant words. Beautiful, poignant words! All right there! Right there In My Mind. I reached out my finger to tap the “Publish” Mouse.
My finger was frozen.
It would not move.
How hard I did try!
It would not comply!
I lay there in my nether sleep, commanding.
The hand, the one digit, just the finger! Demanding!
Just move the damn finger!
Then I realized:
I am with Dante now.