been awake for hours
nothing out of the ordinary
church bells ringing in the distance
birds singing outside my window
something large passes by
the house shakes
furniture rattles
life is linear
the afternoon is not going to take an oblique turn
the day is passing gently by
harin and the others are talking
and drinking english tea in the garden
somebody asks me why
most of my songs are about dreaming
all my songs are about dreaming
my life is one long continuous dream
I reply
they laugh but I’m being serious
I'm in a permanent alpha state
and music is drifting outwards through the patio doors
the dew is still twinkling on the grass
a cloud is moving slowly across the sky
a cat dreams in the sun at the bottom of my garden
what would happen if we all woke up now I think
suddenly I'm awake
it’s 11am
monday morning
been awake
for hours
and I’m writing this blog
have I been asleep?
or daydreaming?
can’t be sure
I call harin
after three rings she picks up the phone
I have woken her she says
and she dreamed that she
was sitting in my garden drinking tea
I call brion at his house on tempest drive
his phone is always switched off
but today it rings three and a half times
before he answers
no you didn’t wake me
I've been lying here for a couple of minutes
thinking about a dream I know I was having
but I can’t remember any of it
he says
and
a cigar-shaped craft is hovering over the trees in the park
a mushroom cloud is rising above the city on the horizon
I am running away from somebody or something
saying “yes!” to the estate agent
who’s showing me around this
incredibly creepy house out in didsbury
I am albert hofmann
riding my bicycle through a van gogh landscape
250μg’s of lysergic acid diethylamide
coursing through my veins
I’m on stage at the glastonbury festival
and have forgotten the words
to every one of my songs
why should I care
performing's a gas
but it isn’t gonna last
and I’m driving through the foggy city streets of C.o.M.
early morning out of control
about to crash
time slows
everything grinding to a halt
everything except me
I’m totally alive
totally in the now
thoughts are racing
surprisingly calm
my whole life is replaying
I have floated six inches above my own body in a field of poppies
I have driven through ashley whilst
having a long conversation with an apparition
I have unified quantum mechanics with general relativity
but I’ve mislaid all my papers
I have swooned beneath a lattice sky with a new baby in my arms
I have laid down on the grass
and felt the swing of the earth as it orbits around the sun
I have unintentionally fallen in and out of love with a thousand girls
that’s at least once a week
for the first twenty years of my life
I have hurt and have been hurt
I have written and discarded
more songs and stories than I care to remember
all of them unheard or unread and useless
I have written every day since I was seven years old
nobody has noticed but I have not been overlooked
I’m a dreamer
I dream things into being
everything I see has been created by me
I’m back at the beginning
my mama is cradling me
and I have all this to live through again
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