vivid dreams...
ok so i've been having the most VIVID dreams that are like really screwy and seem so real lately. Even more then usual. Last night I dreamt about Morrissey (i know why i dreamt about him as i was listening to some of his stuff and reading an article about him in bed) but it was a weirdy dream
So anyway Moz and I were in a cemetry and the sky was this gorgeous orangy yellow sunset colour and we were reading inscriptions on the headstones to each other and moz was scribbling things down in a little notebook. I stopped at a gravestone that was Keats (the poet) and was tracing my finger over the words and moz put his hand over mine and then kissed the tips of my fingers (hello!) and started singing the poem that was written on the gravestone, and here is the scary bit, i remember the WHOLE poem (well it was 4 lines, but still!)
'Yes, here he lazily lies
with a face turned to the sky
a smile plays on his lips
and the words fall from fingertips'
anyway, we then started walking holding hands and i was grabbing at wild flowers with my other hand and i put one behind my ear, and then we started floating into the sky which as turning an inky blue on night and we reached a star and moz was looking at me and talking to me and smiling and i brushed his hair from his face and suddenly we just disappeared into this white light of the star and there was nothing...and then i remember waking up.
How weird is that? But oh GAWD...so vivid my hand still feels like it brushed his hair away...the mind is a very strange thing indeed!
So anyway i've got a couple of days off this week, which i am using to tidy the house which is a foul disgusting sty of a pen, organise stuff for our upcoming garage sale (boooyah! and also work on some more assignments. I have only SIX days of uni left, and then four weeks of rounds, and i just know it will fly by!!
I also have so many many fun things coming up. So many things i can't think of them now, but i know they involved my favourite friends in the world, the most amazing band EVER and some fun drunk nights. WOO. I'm going back to swimming, toning up, getting some colour.
I have also been spending too much money on the summer clothes sales, but there are SO MANY NICE THINGS out there. I know i spent $350 alone in Target. BAD target!! But they had a sale on long singlets and tops...the operative word being LONG so for my big oblong 6 foot body my guts arn't hanging out which is really what i prefer in a top thank you. But OH! a whole wardrobe of tops...im loving it! :D hehehe
Also, am LUV LUV LUVING The saints are coming home....with the sexy fucking ACE voice of Mr bono mixed in with pure billy green day. Its a kickass song! :D
All in all, i am miss amy today, happy hopeful and full of giggles! Exactly how i like to be! :D
So anyway Moz and I were in a cemetry and the sky was this gorgeous orangy yellow sunset colour and we were reading inscriptions on the headstones to each other and moz was scribbling things down in a little notebook. I stopped at a gravestone that was Keats (the poet) and was tracing my finger over the words and moz put his hand over mine and then kissed the tips of my fingers (hello!) and started singing the poem that was written on the gravestone, and here is the scary bit, i remember the WHOLE poem (well it was 4 lines, but still!)
'Yes, here he lazily lies
with a face turned to the sky
a smile plays on his lips
and the words fall from fingertips'
anyway, we then started walking holding hands and i was grabbing at wild flowers with my other hand and i put one behind my ear, and then we started floating into the sky which as turning an inky blue on night and we reached a star and moz was looking at me and talking to me and smiling and i brushed his hair from his face and suddenly we just disappeared into this white light of the star and there was nothing...and then i remember waking up.
How weird is that? But oh GAWD...so vivid my hand still feels like it brushed his hair away...the mind is a very strange thing indeed!
So anyway i've got a couple of days off this week, which i am using to tidy the house which is a foul disgusting sty of a pen, organise stuff for our upcoming garage sale (boooyah! and also work on some more assignments. I have only SIX days of uni left, and then four weeks of rounds, and i just know it will fly by!!
I also have so many many fun things coming up. So many things i can't think of them now, but i know they involved my favourite friends in the world, the most amazing band EVER and some fun drunk nights. WOO. I'm going back to swimming, toning up, getting some colour.
I have also been spending too much money on the summer clothes sales, but there are SO MANY NICE THINGS out there. I know i spent $350 alone in Target. BAD target!! But they had a sale on long singlets and tops...the operative word being LONG so for my big oblong 6 foot body my guts arn't hanging out which is really what i prefer in a top thank you. But OH! a whole wardrobe of tops...im loving it! :D hehehe
Also, am LUV LUV LUVING The saints are coming home....with the sexy fucking ACE voice of Mr bono mixed in with pure billy green day. Its a kickass song! :D
All in all, i am miss amy today, happy hopeful and full of giggles! Exactly how i like to be! :D