thomasunderlandaily

I had an amazing dream last night,

well, it was not amazing because of what happened,

I mean I did not win the lottery or anything.

The dream was amazing because of the feeling.

I would say, for lack of a better word, angelic.  

Really I have no idea what the hell angelic is,

or what the hell angels are anyway,
and actually I did not even feel very special - I mean I was not changing the world or anything,

but in the dream i felt very honest,
and that is not to say that I do not normally feel honest,  but this was different,

like the greatest version of myself.

Nothing was really happening in the dream that was outlandish either,

just normal old stuff, with normal people,

I was just me, normal me and that was completely enough,

like it did not matter what the hell i did - i was already enough.

 I was just flesh and bones - upright - maybe the thing is I felt content. 

In the dream I remember I laughed - and that was something,

that sound was special - it meant something.

I woke up holding on to that. 

A friend of mine once said that goals are not important,

I have always wondered.