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I don't dream a lot. When I do, though, it's usually in black and white. I can stop, rewind, re-play, pause, fast forward. I'm the director of my dreams. Just me.
Last night I had a dream, but I can't remember exactly what it was about. It was composed mostly of reds and yellows. Glowing, swirling, reaching out. I tried to rewind it at one point, because I thought I missed something. I couldn't. It was like tripping on a flight of steps, like I did when I was young, and unable to do anything but let yourself fall.
I bet that means something incredibly deep and insightful. All I know is that I was pretty fucked up about the whole thing. The one thing you'd think you could control suddenly taken away from you.
I'm wearing all blue today. My favorite red hat isn't even going to be worn for a while.
Last night I had a dream, but I can't remember exactly what it was about. It was composed mostly of reds and yellows. Glowing, swirling, reaching out. I tried to rewind it at one point, because I thought I missed something. I couldn't. It was like tripping on a flight of steps, like I did when I was young, and unable to do anything but let yourself fall.
I bet that means something incredibly deep and insightful. All I know is that I was pretty fucked up about the whole thing. The one thing you'd think you could control suddenly taken away from you.
I'm wearing all blue today. My favorite red hat isn't even going to be worn for a while.