Love of my Life!... ?
Last night I had one of the happiest dreams ever.
I dreamed about the "love of my life." It was like, you know, sometimes when you meet people in your dreams (or in real life) your brain says "that is the love of your life."? Not, uhm, any of the other ways I could have known it was. It was just a sub-subconcious narrative so that's what I'm calling him.
The dream sort of takes place at NFAA, or atleast I know it was inspired by it some what. We were in a hotel by a beach and I know there were a lot of people in the hotel for the same reason he and I were. We were set up as room mates only the room was giant and had other rooms for beds.
I know he was tall because he looked down at me a lot. His face was really long and his eyes were dark and his nose was big. His hair was black/brown and fell in front of his face continuely. He wore all black and talked intensly about everything. But he also could be quiet and plotting. The most vivid part of the dream I can remember is he and I sitting on the giant couch in our hotel room. He had just gotten dressed in some really fancy clothes and he was telling me about them. I couldn't keep my eyes off his hands. I guess his hands had to be malformed. (clearly an influence from Susannah) He had missing fingers and random growths and really long finger nails. They were really realllly pretty. I finally snap out of my facination and look up at him. He is wearing a long black trench coat and he's wearing contacts with bright red skull and cross bones in them. They moved inside his eyes and I was extremely jealous. I've been waiting for moving contacts to come out for forever.
He laughs at me for not being aware of their existence and then says "I want to show you somthing, give me your hand," I reach out my right hand and put it in his right palm. Then he lifts his left hand which has somthing on it. Its a silver prostetic finger that could have been designed by Jhonen Vasquez. It's long, jagged and pointy. Like armor it has joints where nuckles would be. He takes this sharp looking thing and starts dragging it back and forth on my hand as he says "tickle tickle tickle" I laugh histerically because it tickles so much.
and because it was so histerical.
I dreamed about the "love of my life." It was like, you know, sometimes when you meet people in your dreams (or in real life) your brain says "that is the love of your life."? Not, uhm, any of the other ways I could have known it was. It was just a sub-subconcious narrative so that's what I'm calling him.
The dream sort of takes place at NFAA, or atleast I know it was inspired by it some what. We were in a hotel by a beach and I know there were a lot of people in the hotel for the same reason he and I were. We were set up as room mates only the room was giant and had other rooms for beds.
I know he was tall because he looked down at me a lot. His face was really long and his eyes were dark and his nose was big. His hair was black/brown and fell in front of his face continuely. He wore all black and talked intensly about everything. But he also could be quiet and plotting. The most vivid part of the dream I can remember is he and I sitting on the giant couch in our hotel room. He had just gotten dressed in some really fancy clothes and he was telling me about them. I couldn't keep my eyes off his hands. I guess his hands had to be malformed. (clearly an influence from Susannah) He had missing fingers and random growths and really long finger nails. They were really realllly pretty. I finally snap out of my facination and look up at him. He is wearing a long black trench coat and he's wearing contacts with bright red skull and cross bones in them. They moved inside his eyes and I was extremely jealous. I've been waiting for moving contacts to come out for forever.
He laughs at me for not being aware of their existence and then says "I want to show you somthing, give me your hand," I reach out my right hand and put it in his right palm. Then he lifts his left hand which has somthing on it. Its a silver prostetic finger that could have been designed by Jhonen Vasquez. It's long, jagged and pointy. Like armor it has joints where nuckles would be. He takes this sharp looking thing and starts dragging it back and forth on my hand as he says "tickle tickle tickle" I laugh histerically because it tickles so much.
and because it was so histerical.