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It was a hallway if I remember correctly, a dimly blue-grey hue lit hallway. There was three people standing in front of me. Two of these people were conversing with the other. It appeared as if they were providing this third person with comfort. The figured turned and faced me. She walked toward me. Her face is one only a dream can conjure. Her demeanor and poise struck me back. I stepped toward her and put my arms around her because she looked sad. Her eyes were welling up with tears. I knew someone she loved was dying and she was going to go to the room behind me to say goodbye. When I put my arms around her to embrace her, she pushed me away... I remember the look in her eyes... and then I woke up.
My mind has wandered back to this dream these past two days. Dreams should be just dreams, but I can't take my mind off of this one.
I finally found out what happened to my dad. My sister took me out to dinner the other day and told me that my dad had a minor stroke. Apparently my dad didn't want to tell me because he didn't want me to worry about him. He is alright now. He's back to work and moving around again. Although he is not allowed to lift furniture anymore.
I am going to go visit him some time this week. I want to talk to him about a few things. I'd rather be alone with him, but I feel that is near impossible.
I can't say I am not worried about my dad. I love him.
My mom sent me money in the mail. I told her not to, but she did anyway. If she hadn't I wouldn't have been able to pay my bills. I need a new job now... and there is nothing out there.
I'm tired of struggling to survive. As much as I want to persist and move on and live, if I'm going to struggle this much all of my life, I might as well stop delaying the inevitable.
Nevermind that. I am speaking nonsense
"the infection has been removed. the soul of this machine has been improved"
"open you eyes and tell me what you see. something real, this is real, what you wish to be."
I want this person to get a scar across her face so everything she has will be gone.
I want to create a world.
Where is your god? I want his fire on this world.
My mind has wandered back to this dream these past two days. Dreams should be just dreams, but I can't take my mind off of this one.
I finally found out what happened to my dad. My sister took me out to dinner the other day and told me that my dad had a minor stroke. Apparently my dad didn't want to tell me because he didn't want me to worry about him. He is alright now. He's back to work and moving around again. Although he is not allowed to lift furniture anymore.
I am going to go visit him some time this week. I want to talk to him about a few things. I'd rather be alone with him, but I feel that is near impossible.
I can't say I am not worried about my dad. I love him.
My mom sent me money in the mail. I told her not to, but she did anyway. If she hadn't I wouldn't have been able to pay my bills. I need a new job now... and there is nothing out there.
I'm tired of struggling to survive. As much as I want to persist and move on and live, if I'm going to struggle this much all of my life, I might as well stop delaying the inevitable.
Nevermind that. I am speaking nonsense
"the infection has been removed. the soul of this machine has been improved"
"open you eyes and tell me what you see. something real, this is real, what you wish to be."
I want this person to get a scar across her face so everything she has will be gone.
I want to create a world.
Where is your god? I want his fire on this world.