What is this story about?

This is about me and the dead heat of August.
This is about calling her "baby" in my dreams.
This is about the spy whose friends were all stolen.
This is about esophageal cancer.
And seeing him in the waiting room.
This is about finding your home and giving it to someone else.
This is about the vibrations of lightwaves.
And the way my eyes pull back like eels.
This is about the Sunfish and the wind picking up.
This is about sweat.
And catharsis.
This is about water lilies in oceans and oceans.
This is about me saving the last one for you.

castles (http://castles.bandcamp.com/)

if you can get onstage and play guitar with bare feet and your pant legs rolled up to your knees, and you sing so high and loud your voice cracks over and over again, and you are gentle, and you really mean it, then you can lift me out from myself and i will hang there in the air without a body. suspended.

i'm gone

hey man, how's things?
not great. but better. i don't know. it's weird.
what's weird? what did you dream about this time?
well, i was in my room.
this room?
back home.
home. whoa.
yeah. i was in my room. trying to read a book. but i couldn't
focus. there was so much noise, like people yelling,
outside my door. but i wasn't there.
who was yelling?
people. outside my door. i think we were at a wake. but
there was someone there who shouldn't have been. like
sand in the outer layer of my brain. i couldn't
focus. i was trying to read.
yeah? and then?
then the yelling stopped kinda, it got replaced
with this big rushing noise like we were falling
down into a mineshaft. like a grand piano
dropped from the top floor. there was someone
in the next room calling the police.
so what did you do then?
i opened the door and wandered out of the room
in my t-shirt and superman pajamas. there was no one there.
and then?
i flew away.