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.)
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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