guardian angel

he makes regular featured or cameo appearances in my dreams… my much beloved and greatly missed English Mastiff… always protective and comforting…. sometimes struggling as he did in those final weeks. I am not the best at remembering my dreams. I always vow to keep a dream journal, but I don’t and then I dis-remember the dreams. And then I move on with the days as if nothing had happened, even when the dream is the most significant part of the day.

Last night he appeared again, but I just remember the gigantic Mastiff body, no image of the surrounding environment. I think he was there to help me sleep, which he did at 5:00 a.m., with the help of a klonopin, which I am embarrassed to admit. But I know I can confide in you, dear reader, because I know you do not exist, and I am only murmuring these words to myself and typing them at the same time.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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1 Response to guardian angel

  1. Hopefully I exist… If you would ever like to send your dreams to me, please do. I have a partway-finished novel using only the dreams of friends to make the plot and characters. I would gladly collect them from you if you’d let me use them.

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