yes i'm grounded. got my wings clipped. i'm surrounded by all this pavement...
i am taking a break from reading mythology to bring you this from the brain of heather. i woke up this morning, disturbed, yet somehow peaceful. i had a fucked up dream again, and i remember it vividly.
so remember, kids. this is a dream and only a dream...
i am standing in my entry way looking out of my screen door. it looks to be about 6 o clock but oddly dark, as if by some thunderstorm approaching. its biblical size clouds and a wind bursts through as a helicoper lands on my driveway. john (mayer, of course) walks down my hallway and kisses my forehead. he looks great. his hair is a bit grown out and he has on jeans and a white dress shirt, that is unbuttoned at the chest and cuffs. he starts out the door with his guitar but turns around and touches my face and says "i love you, please know that." and his eyes are pleading. i grab his hand and say "i love you too" and then kiss him. he gets on the helicopter and flies away.
i go to my living room and watch tv with my mom and sister. then i get a text message from carrie that says "sorry about john." i am like "oh she is telling me sorry because he left me to go on tour and i am going to be lonely..." then i get a text message from alex saying "sry about john. he was a good guy." i am thinking, WAS? WAS?!?! no he IS a good guy! grr! so i jump in the heathermobile... "the heathermobile?" you say. yes, my cutlass supreme!and drive to a bar where i know they are listening to the radio (why i didnt just turn on a radio, i dont know) and there are a bunch of skaters practicing, it seems, at a trailor park behind the bar. so i ask them, "did you hear about john mayer?" and they say "yeah its a shame... just like stevie ray vaughn."
for those of you who dont know, stevie ray vaughn was killed in a helicopter accident.
so i freak out. i start screaming at them and throwing shit around and crying. a fatty skater (who looked like one of the sumo wrestlers on tom green last night) grabs me and takes me in the back and is like "I'll make you forget" and i start trying to get away but no dice, he jumps atop me and squishes me and is penetrating me... ew... and he starts banging my head on the ground over and over until i black out. (i know i was blacked out because my tounge felt fuzzy and i heard music, which is what always happens when i black out.)
i hear john singing "i'd gladly go down in a flame if the flame's what it takes to remember my name, to remember my name..." but then it is sort of like whiting out. i just stand up and walk to my car. i am driving, and i, for some reason, know where to go. i end up at this park back behind where i used to work. i pull into the parking lot as i see john wandering through a field. i, of course, jump out and run to him... we were both shoeless. he wraps his arms around me and is like "i knew you'd come for me. let's go." and i say "go where?" and he just smiles and kisses my forehead again.
it was strangely quiet and peaceful.
and as the camera (of my brain) pans away, i can see behind us helicopter wreckage and lots and lots of smoke and flames. and i knew i was dead. but for some reason, it didnt matter.
how fucked up is that?
so remember, kids. this is a dream and only a dream...
i am standing in my entry way looking out of my screen door. it looks to be about 6 o clock but oddly dark, as if by some thunderstorm approaching. its biblical size clouds and a wind bursts through as a helicoper lands on my driveway. john (mayer, of course) walks down my hallway and kisses my forehead. he looks great. his hair is a bit grown out and he has on jeans and a white dress shirt, that is unbuttoned at the chest and cuffs. he starts out the door with his guitar but turns around and touches my face and says "i love you, please know that." and his eyes are pleading. i grab his hand and say "i love you too" and then kiss him. he gets on the helicopter and flies away.
i go to my living room and watch tv with my mom and sister. then i get a text message from carrie that says "sorry about john." i am like "oh she is telling me sorry because he left me to go on tour and i am going to be lonely..." then i get a text message from alex saying "sry about john. he was a good guy." i am thinking, WAS? WAS?!?! no he IS a good guy! grr! so i jump in the heathermobile... "the heathermobile?" you say. yes, my cutlass supreme!and drive to a bar where i know they are listening to the radio (why i didnt just turn on a radio, i dont know) and there are a bunch of skaters practicing, it seems, at a trailor park behind the bar. so i ask them, "did you hear about john mayer?" and they say "yeah its a shame... just like stevie ray vaughn."
for those of you who dont know, stevie ray vaughn was killed in a helicopter accident.
so i freak out. i start screaming at them and throwing shit around and crying. a fatty skater (who looked like one of the sumo wrestlers on tom green last night) grabs me and takes me in the back and is like "I'll make you forget" and i start trying to get away but no dice, he jumps atop me and squishes me and is penetrating me... ew... and he starts banging my head on the ground over and over until i black out. (i know i was blacked out because my tounge felt fuzzy and i heard music, which is what always happens when i black out.)
i hear john singing "i'd gladly go down in a flame if the flame's what it takes to remember my name, to remember my name..." but then it is sort of like whiting out. i just stand up and walk to my car. i am driving, and i, for some reason, know where to go. i end up at this park back behind where i used to work. i pull into the parking lot as i see john wandering through a field. i, of course, jump out and run to him... we were both shoeless. he wraps his arms around me and is like "i knew you'd come for me. let's go." and i say "go where?" and he just smiles and kisses my forehead again.
it was strangely quiet and peaceful.
and as the camera (of my brain) pans away, i can see behind us helicopter wreckage and lots and lots of smoke and flames. and i knew i was dead. but for some reason, it didnt matter.
how fucked up is that?