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"IN MY DREAMS"

"DRAMA, ROMANCE, TRAVEL, PEOPLE THEN I WAKE UP ALONE"

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published 3 years ago 2 min read
VIDEO & PHOTOGRAPHY BY VICKI TRUSSELLI

In my dreams,

I lay here in my bed, in my room.

I listen to music.

I watch TV in my room,

the movies,

the candles,

the sage,

the incense,

I dream of worlds out of sight.

I dream of people on Zoom.

I dream of people I don't know.

So,

I say to myself,

In my dreams I create dramas.

I see death.

I see love.

I see and hear conversations between people,

who are surreal,

As I lay in bed asleep,

but so, awake in my dreams and schemes,

of a reality of making love in my dream.

I dream of parties,

of food,

of eating,

of drinking,

of walking,

of running,

of living,

of mafia dreams,

so, it seems,

the meanings behind

my movie dreams do not fit the mold,

of dream interpretation so I have been told.

I travel in my dreams,

to other countries,

other cities,

hang out with strangers,

but in my dream,

we are friends not strangers.

Sometimes my late mom and dad visit me in my dreams.

We talk.

We hug.

We say let's go for a drive.

So, my pop takes the wheel,

as we drive to survive

through time and space of life,

alternate realities of time

and space.

We live every day.

We go to sleep every day.

I go to sleep to dream of adventure,

with friends as we walk through the dream world,

of projection, vapor, and magic.

Then I woke up.

Thank God we were caught in traffic!

Only I fell back to sleep,

to be sitting in the same car,

the same friends,

as we are moving slowly.

Then the car has wings and

we fly,

over the cars and across the mountains.

Then we landed the car on the beach.

We step out of the car,

to walk through the sand,

across the land.

The dream ends as I kiss my lover,

under the cover.

There we are together forever.

We kiss.

We sigh.

We love our life,

at night,

as we dream together forever,

in our mystical movie dreams.

Then I wake up,

The sun is shining,

The bird is tweeting,

and I am alone again in my reality 2024.

WRITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

JANUARY 2, 2023

VIDEO & PHOTOGRAPHY BY THE AUTHOR

MUSIC COURTESY OF THE LATE

AMY WINEHOUSE

"I WAKE UP ALONE."

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About the Creator

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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    Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli