The Empyrean

   DID you come back last night?

   I try to dream you into materialisation but you don't appear.

   I keep expecting you. Because dream has no place, time. The Empyrean--always liked that as my free-floating definition of Somenowhere--balloon without tether to earth. There is no past no present no future. All is occupied at once. Everyone is without boundaries of probability.

Nadine Gordimer, "Dreaming Of The Dead" in Beethoven Was One-Sixteenth Black And Other Stories

*Last night I had a dream of how it used to be. It's rather peculiar because I had been unable to remember the good things. It's just like the other night. In dreams I never shout, never ask for explanations. But I'm not mad at this peaceful and joyful dream. I miss all that. In any case, it makes me restless. 

It's been almost three months. I'm sick, but this time it's not somatisation. Maybe that's where this dream came from. Last night I was feverish so it well could be that the dream was a delusion. Generally these dreams turn into nightmares, I'm used to that, but no, last night it was not a nightmare.

Hahaha, I'm so silly. I should give up dreaming because some things only happen at The Empyrean.