no one wants to hear about anyone else's dreams, so we platform here, a place for safe

but, we barely remember now, just mostly that it was vivid and revolved entirely around them--a relatively new and superficial--although, perhaps that isn't quite true--friend...someone we hardly knew made such an impression, and we worry it is the same as it always is with he/s, that these are just phantom feelings of strong affinity and association, because of their attentions, because another's attentions seem to imprint, sometimes transfer, not always--they must have a strong sense of play which is always accompanied by a strong sense of magic or fantasy--and we know these are confused in all high-strung compulsory heterosexuality, but if dreams say anything, less sex, more familial, but
what do we need with more family when we neglect and are neglected by the ones we have at hand:

some animal, with strongly ribbed back. we traveled by bus, depth conversation, side-by-side 
(not so unlike real past--convos better than we've had with...thing-between-we...yes, "thing" is the right term to describe this person, and we swear not for the reason others would think: they all surface seen and there is no real there, but they are great with fake--honestly, full Aries, fuck them for that) 
some animal from his body, certain attachment, but we take and cradle, in theater, he unable
(it is so grossly hetero-normative, we would never presume to take care of he--another's body, nor handle his animal, that is what scares we, some cultural thing, affliction we've never fully escaped)  
fluids, feeling of affinity, of sameness, of identities erased, and want to be near despite abject
(visuals and emotions and we never really remember dreams anymore, usually work until pass into sleeps, but we have been getting 6-8hours lately, full privilege and decadence, soon it will be over)