I lay my head, eyes closed, but my mind is a network of busy signals and electron light, flashing and rushing through an enthralling stream of consciousness. Visions of butterflies with nanotech wings fly by. There are trees with fractal leaves and back-slashed roots. I've got a Technotropolis brewing. It's filling my mind's eye with the rhythmic patter of drum beats, visual indentations on a moving landscape, overflowing my inner ear with the splattering of hi-res images as audio interpretations. My senses are all jumbled and direction looses its meaning.
I'm yearning for sleep. It comes to me in my dreams.
8 comments:
Love that last line. Your writing reminds me of William Gibson.
you got that across loud and clear, nicely done!
w00t! William Gibson is the man :)
heh. heh. I do that all the time. Dream I'm sleeping and then I wake up, and an hour later I wake up for real.
Sleep comes to you when you dream? That's a REALLY good line. Consider it stolen.
I've never dreamed I was sleeping, but I have dreamed that I'm awake and can't sleep. Either way there is a yearning for sleep. Great writing. :)
I never know what to say to these. They're beautiful and lilting. I love them.
I have an overactive imagination so I fall asleep best by dreaming. I start a train of thought and let it go, then I lose myself in it and before I know it, I'm asleep.
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