Dreams

Sincerely Yours explores our past, present, and future. Dipping into the nostalgia of your past contending with your future. Lying down to sleep, these blankets are so warm, almost intoxicating. Consciousness seeps away ever so slightly.

The fast-paced restlessness of the world fades away; lying in limbo, you breathe out. Breathe in. Exhaling, inhaling. Every breath out is a declaration to time itself. Hours, minutes, seconds. Time crawls so slow. Stopping even.

And now I’m dreaming.

I’ve dreamed anger. I’ve dreamed sadness, I’ve dreamed idealistic happiness. I’ve dreamed for months, days, hours - yet it only lasts till 8 AM, ebbing away in the morning. I’ve dreamt about him, about her, my professor, versions of strangers. My dog, my exam, my future. I’ve dreamt about the sounds my roommates make when they try to sneak into their bed silently, so as not to wake me. Even though in my dreams, they thunder.

Excerpt from a dream:

Every image is very jaded, almost like a failed rendering from my eyes; there is a picture of a mirror and I’m running towards it, but the building is set in lines and every step I take a new line is revealed

Who are we when we’re alone with ourselves? The mind acting as an ethereal neverending mirror for the night, I wonder what version of me is Sincerely Mine. Who am I? What matters about these images? Will I forget my thoughts when I wake? Will I regret them? I’m me. Always.

My thoughts are mine, my actions are mine, my constructs of monsters or people are mine. It is my possession and control of this fantastical realm. However, whenever, wherever my subconsciousness decides to envision itself is righteously mine. I am only mine within my own mind.

Until I wake. Waiting for the night to grow darker so I can explore myself again. I’m wholly mine when I am dreaming. As are you, Sincerely Yours,

Jonathan Hernandez