Well today's dream was weird, pointless, and evil! =D
>_<
It started off with me and my sister talking. She had this horrible idea of scaring our poor mother by going "missing" for a weekend. At first I thought, sure whatever. But then after a while I didn't want to do it because I realized how horrible that would be for my mom. Then my sister called her and disguised her voice and told her that there had been an accident and that her and I were dead. And then I kept telling her that it was a horrible idea, and randomly we were at some apartments. Some very old pathetic apartments. Some randomness happened that I can't really remember, and then I was in this giant football field sized cafeteria, and there weren't many people there, but there were a few of my friends, and my ex boyfriend. He was all clinging to me and happy and stuff because apparently I was 18 and him and I were going to get married because we were in love.
That carried on for a few minutes and then I just woke up.
Lulzy update: I'm dating the guy that I was engaged to in this dream.
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The Mind
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