dream journal

dream journal

By Maeve Sweeney

I know you won’t get past it, but why don’t you try one more time? I could use you here. I dreamt of burns wrapping my forearms like vines and I dreamt of my ice and your rage coating my skin before construction sounds flinched me out and I could not get back in though I tried until my alarm went off. I keep dreaming of fleeing to Canada with my parents, what do you think that means? I pulled a gray flat bug out from behind my eyelid once, what about that? Two nights ago I dreamt of forgiving an old friend, I don’t need you to explain that one to me, I got it. With my eyes closed the future spills out onto shifting roads, and the voice I hear is a dragon, circling. The cards say to beware of false idols and to spend less time online. I don’t know about the idols, but my screentime is definitely too high (they also say to meditate on forgiveness, but like I said, I got it). They want me to take my heart out so I can get what I want. I know you’re laughing at me, but I don’t care, I don’t want to waste my life. Do you see it? My heart on the platter? Squirming under the big bright lights,  scared and beating fast? Look at it. That’s all I have.