Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

This morning I had this beautiful dream. I awoke several times and it felt really easy to jump right back into the vividness and story.  Its not so much that the storyline was great... I don't remember much of that anyway... it was that I could feel the emotions of each character, their inner desires and so things melted together. No one was confused or hurt. They spread love to each other and comforted one another.
There was a couple, they were practically kids, but I felt I was one of them, and they were in love and everyone knew it was meant to be.
They were in awe of each other, but because they understood each other could explore that desire without worrying about judgments. Each gesture and phrase was welcome, was received with the best of intentions.

I woke up. I went to church still in a daze. I sang, I talked, I listened to the reading. I smiled at people.  But the moment it was over I wanted to leave, to finish my day.  I thought I was hungry, I had to return a book.
I went to borders, I went to leeaan chin I came home I went to bed. I wanted to experience their love again.

I wish I could crawl back into my dreams like I do my bed.

I dreamed again, but this time it wasn't happy. I understood the characters, their motivations weren't pure. They were struggling for power, for home, for personal comfort. They weren't received well so they took it without asking. They were thieves and criminals and I understood them, but I didn't like them. I could explain their actions, their constant battles to deceive and manipulate, but I couldn't love them, and they couldn't love either.

I wake. Its superbowl sunday, people are watching football.
I am hungry again but I don't want to eat. I have work to do but I don't want to do it. I have books to read but don't want to read. I wish I were satiated and not headachy

I wish I could crawl back into my dreams like I do my bed.