where ya been, girl?
two nights ago i dreamt that i was having sex with one of our friends. i think i should tell him about it first before someone reads it in here and tells him. that could be weird. i also had a dream that i hadn't seen all of 'finding neverland', so i watched the rest and it was beautiful. fairies everywhere. sparkly ones. i was in a ravine sort of thing surrounded by thousands of light blue and red sparkle fairies. topher grace was the star of the movie, apparently, and i was making out with him. patrick was watching us and he sneered, 'it's a good thing you're only twenty-one and too young for a pre-nup!'. i know. it makes no sense.
last night i dreamt that i went to a small movie theater where i had friends who often acted out the movies. in this patricular film, they had added themselves as extras. flawlessly, i might add. it was a horror flick starring brad pitt and julia roberts. at first, brad was invisible and he stabbed julia in the chest. then it turned into a western. brad was riding a horse and pulling julia on a wooden cart. she pushed him off the cart, so she could escape. brad had a creepy calm & cool thing going on. he was wearing a dark orange shirt and was reading a book. at first, he floated in the air when julia pushed him, so she had to give him a secondary shove. a few hundred feet later, she passed him on the side of the road. he had changed into a white button-down shirt and black suspenders. julia found herself on a dock with water flowing in front of her horse-drawn cart. brad appeared there, and the two of them talked and acted like lovers. julia had been brainwashed into loving her kidnapper. another dream was about a family who didn't believe in celebrating "conventional birthdays", so they didn't know how old their kids were. the kids were going to start school and the school needed to know how old they were. each child got to pick his own age. they picked eleven, seven, four, three, and three. the visual image i really remember from that dream involves two heavy wooden doors. one had a silver plaque that read 'women'. the other: 'men'.
peace, love sparkle fairies, and unbirthdays.
last night i dreamt that i went to a small movie theater where i had friends who often acted out the movies. in this patricular film, they had added themselves as extras. flawlessly, i might add. it was a horror flick starring brad pitt and julia roberts. at first, brad was invisible and he stabbed julia in the chest. then it turned into a western. brad was riding a horse and pulling julia on a wooden cart. she pushed him off the cart, so she could escape. brad had a creepy calm & cool thing going on. he was wearing a dark orange shirt and was reading a book. at first, he floated in the air when julia pushed him, so she had to give him a secondary shove. a few hundred feet later, she passed him on the side of the road. he had changed into a white button-down shirt and black suspenders. julia found herself on a dock with water flowing in front of her horse-drawn cart. brad appeared there, and the two of them talked and acted like lovers. julia had been brainwashed into loving her kidnapper. another dream was about a family who didn't believe in celebrating "conventional birthdays", so they didn't know how old their kids were. the kids were going to start school and the school needed to know how old they were. each child got to pick his own age. they picked eleven, seven, four, three, and three. the visual image i really remember from that dream involves two heavy wooden doors. one had a silver plaque that read 'women'. the other: 'men'.
peace, love sparkle fairies, and unbirthdays.