I touch the fire and it freezes me , i look into it and it's black...
My dreams, as of late, have become muddled and jarring.
All I remember is waking up, eyes flying open, recognizing my bedroom... a feeling of queasy despair hanging in my chest.
Sometimes there are flashes of hospital rooms, a volcano caldera - places that are none too pleasant to be in. I can't ever seem to determine if they're memories from movies or if maybe my subconscious is coming up with bizarre worlds in which to make me feel crazy.
A long time ago I had a dream (whose account I can't locate on this journal at the moment) about a little boy so sad that his cries became mine and I burst out of my dream with such a need to hug him and hold him that I couldn't make the knot in my throat go away. Right now, all I want is a dream that makes me feel something again. I'm kind of tired of the faded and lonely feeling I get when my dreams aren't even a memory.
All I remember is waking up, eyes flying open, recognizing my bedroom... a feeling of queasy despair hanging in my chest.
Sometimes there are flashes of hospital rooms, a volcano caldera - places that are none too pleasant to be in. I can't ever seem to determine if they're memories from movies or if maybe my subconscious is coming up with bizarre worlds in which to make me feel crazy.
A long time ago I had a dream (whose account I can't locate on this journal at the moment) about a little boy so sad that his cries became mine and I burst out of my dream with such a need to hug him and hold him that I couldn't make the knot in my throat go away. Right now, all I want is a dream that makes me feel something again. I'm kind of tired of the faded and lonely feeling I get when my dreams aren't even a memory.