Beach Sloth

Dreaming by Moon Temple

               Moon Temple begins with a simple ‘Aloha’. Jason is a special part of this chapbook. Long ago he got the Golden Fleece with some help from a couple of friends. In his spare time he founded the beautiful city of Ljubljana, Slovenia, a city so nice they gave it an impossibly difficult name. Ljubljana is pronounceable only in dreams. 

                She misses someone. Longing is a tough emotion. Few sympathize. We experience people differently. It is fine. Each person has a specific set of default emotions. Hers are displayed in these observations about a ball getting thrown around. A site is created by Moon Temple for future use. Daily edits keep it alive. These edits are known as memories. The site is a mind. 

                Keep calm and carry on. Redness infects her face every time his name is mentioned. This is commonly referred to as blushing. Blushes are emotional rashes. She claims to have ineffectively pretended to be uninterested. Faking apathy is hard. 

                Cheap hotels are romantic. Wonder why Moon Temple would go to a hotel with a false name. Figure that’s because Moon Temple is too unique and people could easily track her down. She wants to go into the pool after the pool closes. That’s irresponsible. People have to properly chlorinate and clean that pool every night. Long ago that was my job. Holding hands on a dock in the Pacific Northwest sounds far more mature. 

                Going between worlds is important. Our world can be boring. We create worlds in our minds. These are our dreams. Jason is good with dreams. Her mom likes him. Moms are the gatekeepers of children. No wonder she states that is rare. Moms have high standards for their children’s friends/lovers/etc. Dad, eh, they do their best. I’m a dad and I’m blogging for my kids. 

                Dreaming is tough with cats running around. I wonder why cats are up when we sleep. They are asleep the rest of the day anyway. She sleeps to his heartbeat because her dreams need a pulse. Sleep to sunlight sounds good. I feel bad when I do that. I worry about wasting rays of sunlight. 

                Mailing yourself is rough. The Velvet Underground warns people about that kind of cost-saving idea. Remember what happened to that guy’s head? Avoid that fate. Rise above. Get a couple hundred bucks and travel across the country. Skype if you are so inclined. Or follow Moon Temple’s guide to maxing out credit cards in New York City. As she is using a false name it should be easy enough. New York City is full of stupid and expensive things to do. That’s called its economy. 

                I like this chapbook. Dreams are my favorite things. One day I hope to be living my dreams. Until then I’ll do the next best thing.