I met an American soldier last night.
We were on a boat.
Timmy was in the background.
He wore a light blue or white shirt, was it? I don't remember– and beige pants. His eyes were blue, shoulders wide and his hair gold. Not the looks I usually go for.
He handed me a pill and said,
“take this, it will make you angry and aggressive. You will need it for the Japanese ship.”
I didn’t want to, but I took it as I stared at his face. I liked his face. His eyes were soothing and his smile…
he smiled
the entire dream.
He was rigid yet felt so soft.
Looked unfamiliar and felt quite familiar.
Everything about him said ‘threat’, but he felt safe.
We were on a boat.
Timmy was in the background.
He wore a light blue or white shirt, was it? I don't remember– and beige pants. His eyes were blue, shoulders wide and his hair gold. Not the looks I usually go for.
He handed me a pill and said,
“take this, it will make you angry and aggressive. You will need it for the Japanese ship.”
I didn’t want to, but I took it as I stared at his face. I liked his face. His eyes were soothing and his smile…
he smiled
the entire dream.
He was rigid yet felt so soft.
Looked unfamiliar and felt quite familiar.
Everything about him said ‘threat’, but he felt safe.
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