I'm going to post the dream I had the night before, just to see what people say.
Take in mind that I don't do drugs of any kind. I wasn't even on medicine.
8/2/09
The dream I had last night was slightly disturbing. It started at my home where I was with my mom and best friend. There was a large storm going on, and the clouds took on a strange formation that looked somewhat like a cartoon tornado. We were randomly in a large building with a woman who told us that cloud formation was very bad, and that it was going to eventually touch the Earth and destroy that place because of a terrible flood that was going to happen. My best friend and I watched it for a few minutes, and then I was randomly at my church. My mom and I were there to clean, and I looked in the bathroom mirror and found that my right eye was unusually low on my face, and I had a few eyelashes growing above the eye. A few minutes later, I looked again. The eye had sunken even lower on my face, and was now on my cheek. There was also a second eye rapidly growing into place where the first one had been. At this point I ran into the front of the church yelling to my mom that I was deformed. She saw me and jumped. We talked for a few minutes, and then she said that the skin over the old eye had closed up. I felt it dissolving. By now, the new eye was almost fully grown and the old one wasn't even noticeable.
We finished with cleaning and stopped by a library. Before going in, my old eye had somehow gotten into my mouth, and I spit it out. Inside I found my ex and some of his friends. I said hi and asked if he noticed anything different. He said no and we went on talking for a few minutes, then commented on my face. I rushed to the bathroom and found that my new eye had sunken to my cheek bone.
At that point, I just woke up.
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold