This Guy

I had a dream

about this guy

and he was cool.

He was one of

those guys that

can never really

exist.

Because all guys

are simply stupid.

Hands down.

This guy was one

of those guys

that isn’t human

and will never

exist.

He had a flow to him

around him

following him

everywhere.

No, my dream

of this guy

was not a

loving “I need”

dream.

My dream was

a simple thing

about a guy

and his way

of life.

I had a dream about a guy

who had long hair and looked

like a girl and he was very proud of it.

He was the kind of person you could turn

to and ask him what was going on and he

would give you this completely random

answer that made no sense, but was funny

and you never got your answer.

He wasn’t even in his twenties and he

wasn’t in college or really any school

at that even though he said that his

mind was his own school. I told him

to go somewhere and take an English

class so he could continue with his

writing, but he merely explained

that he wrote from his heart about life

and not about what teachers told him to.

He was the kind of guy who you’d

probably have to follow around to

even begin to understand everything

about what makes him tick. Then you

still would never get him. But

I had a dream

about this guy

and he was cool.

He hated his

teachers

but always spoke

of how a few

helped him.

And yet he was

a teacher in

life, as he

said it.

He was a teacher in

life science. Life, life

science, close enough.

He was one of

those guys that

spaced out often

and hid back in

the corner of the

room always

as a kid.

And yet he was

so outgoing now.

He was the kind

of guy that showed

himself in a dream

of some writer and

told them to write.

I had a dream about a guy

who only rose his voice when a

student didn’t speak up for what they

believed in and when he got in bickering

wars with the students in the back of the room.

This guy was treated with the respect he deserved

and vanished from the world without anyone ever

noticing because it was a dream world and in

dream world things happen sometimes

unexpectedly and sometimes to the dreamer’s

will. But this guy I had a dream about was

cool and had long hair and was a life science teacher

who could be considered a muse if you really

needed one and something to write about.

I had a dream

about this guy

and he was cool.

He came and

gave me a message

and told me

to write.

I had a dream

that I wrote about

because I could

finally write

again.

Because I had

a dream that

inspired

and saved me.

I knew this guy

that told me to write.

So I wrote.