Dream
last week some time: harry had long hair.
Last night: i was on the road.. like a wanderer of sorts. cameron needed to talk to me so he led me to this underground room full of hippies. there was a giant two bunk bed made of wood. each bunk could comfortably hold 4 or 5 people. across the room was a hanging hammock. it was a commune, i suppose. i was just in awe of the beautiful bed and wanted really badly to sleep on it. *i'm such a sucker for wood*
Nov 22nd *my b-day dream*: i woke up thinking i had wasted my birthday dream on something stupid. i'm not actually going to write what the dream meant, but if you know me as well as you think you do (which you don't), you'll understand how significant this is to my entire life, up to this point and from here.
harry showed up at my house, secretly, to pick me up. he had long hair (which looked normal). i told him how i had, had a dream with him having long hair, but he was busy being foolish. we went to his house (which wasn't his real life house) and went to his room. his dad ended up kicking us out of the house and we started driving. he kept persuading me to do recklace things, but i just kept listening. i was driving down a highway, he was in the passenger seat, and i was stoned as hell. i was so screwed up that i couldn't change lanes to go the direction i needed to. i was basically forced into a turn off the highway and ended up in a dodgy part of town. we drove through there until somehow we ended up at my house. we snuck in and he wanted to go to my room. i was trying to hide him from my parents, but my dad started walking up the stairs. i hid harry in the bathroom, but my dad found him and we were all standing in my cul-de-sac. my dad was bitching at harry and he was being sarcastic to my dad. i got my dad to back off and told him i needed to talk to harry for a second. i looked harry in the eye and said, "it was fun, but i never want you to come back/i never want to see you again."
Last night: i was on the road.. like a wanderer of sorts. cameron needed to talk to me so he led me to this underground room full of hippies. there was a giant two bunk bed made of wood. each bunk could comfortably hold 4 or 5 people. across the room was a hanging hammock. it was a commune, i suppose. i was just in awe of the beautiful bed and wanted really badly to sleep on it. *i'm such a sucker for wood*
Nov 22nd *my b-day dream*: i woke up thinking i had wasted my birthday dream on something stupid. i'm not actually going to write what the dream meant, but if you know me as well as you think you do (which you don't), you'll understand how significant this is to my entire life, up to this point and from here.
harry showed up at my house, secretly, to pick me up. he had long hair (which looked normal). i told him how i had, had a dream with him having long hair, but he was busy being foolish. we went to his house (which wasn't his real life house) and went to his room. his dad ended up kicking us out of the house and we started driving. he kept persuading me to do recklace things, but i just kept listening. i was driving down a highway, he was in the passenger seat, and i was stoned as hell. i was so screwed up that i couldn't change lanes to go the direction i needed to. i was basically forced into a turn off the highway and ended up in a dodgy part of town. we drove through there until somehow we ended up at my house. we snuck in and he wanted to go to my room. i was trying to hide him from my parents, but my dad started walking up the stairs. i hid harry in the bathroom, but my dad found him and we were all standing in my cul-de-sac. my dad was bitching at harry and he was being sarcastic to my dad. i got my dad to back off and told him i needed to talk to harry for a second. i looked harry in the eye and said, "it was fun, but i never want you to come back/i never want to see you again."