Fantastic + Sleep

“it was something fantastic”

I heard this in a dream I had about explaining my yet to be complete summer to someone. Adding the word something before an adjective really gives the mind of the reader room to openly explore. It’s this malleable state of comparison that gets to be constructed by the individual, which I think is really exciting. I want to revisit this in SOMETHING soon.

Last night my sleep was restless despite being exhausted. Everything about my sleep felt heavy, which is great. Then suddenly I would be tossing one leg over another, barrel rolling my body into the right amount of blankets. All for reasons that my subconscious will keep to itself. When I would reapproach rest my mind kept picking an animal. Sleep like a bear - left me childlike being told to sleep as an animal would. My mind would make a growling sigh as my eyes gained weight again, drawing down. The noise of a grizzly while no one else is around. Seeing my limbs as a bears, moving and setting myself down down down into the mattress. Then I would awake again, stir, toss, turn, and my mind would pick a more challenging animal. Sleep as a crane would sleep. My body seeing the slow motion movement of a kung-fu artist imitating the bird. Bending my limbs to the shape of wing, extending the length of my legs, I sored past a mountainside close to the river water, following the flow back to dreamland.