Well, I had a rather strange dream. It was at night and I rushed outside to the back deck to watch the thunder storm and see if I could find the full moon. Well I accomplished both, somehow. It was a very active storm, and one bolt seemed to skewer the moon, and then a giant red sort of fiery outline of an eye appeared in the sky. The pupil started glowing and I heard an odd rumble that was much louder than thunder and next thing I knew, there was a fiery laser shooting not 5 feet away from me. The eye disappeared after that, so I decided to stay outside and watch the storm. Then the moon randomly zipped over to the other part of he sky where I couldn't see it, and the eye thing came back, shot in a random direction, and disappeared again. I really wanted to go to the other side of the house to look at the moon, because it was full and I love the moon more than any stinkin' storm. BUT, I decided to stay where I was, because I was curious about that eye. It came back again, looked straight at me, and started building up the energy to shoot. I stayed standing right where I was, until it shot. Right before it did, I hit the deck. The laser barely missed me, because it had been aimed at my stomach. I looked up and the eye was still there. At that point I ran inside and hid in the only place other than a closet that cannot be seen by windows on the top floor of the house. And then I woke up.
I had a second dream, because I fell back asleep. (It was 5:30.) I'm not going to discuss that dream over gaia because it disturbs me. o.o;
I had a third dream after my mom left for church that continued from the second, except 3 people weren't there. In stead, it turned into a family reunion. Some of the people I know were randomly my cousins in that dream, and I did get to see my real cousin who lives in Wisconsin. I talked to my ex Skyler about one of my "cousins" and some other stuff. Then my mom got home and woke me 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