Jim Harrison Day II
So my evening started at my work, zellers. I walked in an stood there with foul grin, complaining of a stomach ache and still having bronchitus, i started coughing alot, so they told me to leave. So off to buchners i went, i called up Michelle and asked her to pick em up, and she did. Apon arriving at robs i was greeted by the awsome faces of my friends, and after i arrived alot of ppl showed up, it was a party, one hell of a party actually. Sir Jim taking beer bongs like a champion, and i cant forget about ramsay, man that drink brutes, i cant believe you took alll of that in a beer bong.
so after all the camotion of the party died down to me greg rob, rob vanspall and steve, jus relaxed and got ready for bed, but just before bed greg showed me all the live journal post he'd made in the past few days. the one greg read to me was great, but it got me thinkin, could i ever do that, could i create lines like that in my head and write them down on paper?, but it was nothing more then a momentry thought.
So i go to bed, and i dream one of the scaryist nightmares of my 17 years on this earth. my dream was that i was writing my very own suicide letter, word for word, i can still remember everythign but the last few sentences, thinkign baout it now makes me sad actually, because everyone i knew was on this letter, i had personally spoke to everyone that i know, family, friends, even ppl i ahevnt known all that long...but the hole thing was narrated by jim harrison. it was scary. i woke up sick to my stomach and still wasent sure if what i dreamt was real or not.
* yayyyy theropy*
im not looking for re-assurence that i will be ok and that it was just a dream, i just want to know..has anyone else had a fucked up dream liek this?
so after all the camotion of the party died down to me greg rob, rob vanspall and steve, jus relaxed and got ready for bed, but just before bed greg showed me all the live journal post he'd made in the past few days. the one greg read to me was great, but it got me thinkin, could i ever do that, could i create lines like that in my head and write them down on paper?, but it was nothing more then a momentry thought.
So i go to bed, and i dream one of the scaryist nightmares of my 17 years on this earth. my dream was that i was writing my very own suicide letter, word for word, i can still remember everythign but the last few sentences, thinkign baout it now makes me sad actually, because everyone i knew was on this letter, i had personally spoke to everyone that i know, family, friends, even ppl i ahevnt known all that long...but the hole thing was narrated by jim harrison. it was scary. i woke up sick to my stomach and still wasent sure if what i dreamt was real or not.
* yayyyy theropy*
im not looking for re-assurence that i will be ok and that it was just a dream, i just want to know..has anyone else had a fucked up dream liek this?