sometimes i have dreams where i have friendly voices in my head and i talk to them and they talk back or (better yet) they just ramble on and on about whatever they feel like talking about, they don't exist to respond to my dialogue, the voice has their own interiority
i love those dreams and i'm always so sad when i wake up
so so often i meet people in my dreams and i wish i could talk to them when i wake up. like the Blue Heron. or places i wish i could go when i wake up.
sometimes i day dream and go visit those places afterwards. but the people are never the same. never as autonomous, never as driven, never as defined
