Skull Light

I dreamed last night that I had a light I could switch on that illuminated my skull.  I chose when to turn it on.  A dead dog lie in the driveway across the steet.  He wasn't sleeping, he was grey, you could even tell in such dark night.  Others walked by haphazardly paying no attention, going about their businesss. People brought me gifts while I could see their nakedness but I never turned away.  I showed them the light. I don't pretend to know it all because if I did there would be no more reason to live. I just live.  Go about my death and pleasure and lack of understanding. Just then, my husband tapped on our window waking me from my dream.  It was dawn, how relevent considering I have not wanted him here for almost two months after 12 years of constant confusion.  He tried to take advantage of my sleep induced state but I asked him outside and went out for a bite to eat.  Spirits were heavy, they know the truth. By now the sun is high as we sit on a street corner in front of a breakfast anyone could appriciate.  I feel married again.  Was it all a lie, the confusion? Is everything, all an illusion? What good is a fucking skull light if I can't see two steps ahead? Hm.