#VividDream
So i dont remember much,
but I remember her face.
I remember the waves.
The waves that we surfed together.
The waves of her hair.
The waves of terror to follow shortly after.
Only to disappear but still be there.
Hard to describe like any dream.
Like an imprint of a creeking haunted house.
Ghosts and ghouls.
Spirits and ancenstors.
Mothers and Fathers.
We call ghosts and ghouls.
Off point i’m sure bits and puzzle pieces I am trying to piece together myself.
Not explaining this to anyone. I can’t make sense of it.
but the waves…
Waves of her hair.
Waves of the water we surfed together.
Waves of joy.
Waves of dispair.
I love her. I am happy She came to see me in my dream.
Weird that it wasnt my mother, or daughter. Weird that it...