black glass house by the sea
I called you because I was having a bad dream.
In the dream, I had a shower made out of glass panels, and when I opened the curtains, there were hundreds of different types of birds crammed into tiny, open cages all around me. The birds could get out if they wanted to, but they didn't want to, they just stayed with their faces smashed against the glass and their eyes bulging and gasping for air. My house was made out of black glass and it was floating on top of the ocean, and I was alone and always worried there. When I got out of my house, I went to a party, but on the way there I saw a black girl on a mo-ped getting harrassed by a group of guys. She did something challenging, like revved her engine or whatever you call that, and the guys pretended to be intimidated. When the light turned green, they purposely ran her over, and I saw her body rolling through the lanes of traffic and heard her screaming and then there were no more cars to hit her. And then the group of guys came back and beat what was left of her with baseball bats and all I could do was drive forward because I was in a rented white truck with broken brakes. Then I got to the party, and someone I liked was there but he was there with a few girls that he liked more, who had nicknames like Snowgirl and were allowed to spend the night. Then people that I worked with in this dream started showing up, and I was eventually getting wasted with my boss, who kept telling me really weird things that I didn't want to think about. A group of us left the party to get gas, and I was still with my boss, and I remember I looked at my clock and I was supposed to be at work then, so I told my boss and he started yelling at me and hitting his head on the car. For the rest of the dream, the group of people kept driving me to different places, but I could never get to work. No matter how hard I tried, there was too much confusion, and I couldn't get there, and all the dancers at my work were getting mad at me, and I really had to pee, and I was stuck in this airport-esque waiting room, thinking, Please, please take me to work, someone.
I am wasting too much time, life does not last forever and I am not going to waste time on all this bullshit. I want to keep my friendships and love everyone I love and not get hung up on anything petty. So that is why I called you when I had a bad dream. I don't ever want to get stuck in that fucking waiting room again, with only my text messages, trying desperately to say I'm sorry.
In the dream, I had a shower made out of glass panels, and when I opened the curtains, there were hundreds of different types of birds crammed into tiny, open cages all around me. The birds could get out if they wanted to, but they didn't want to, they just stayed with their faces smashed against the glass and their eyes bulging and gasping for air. My house was made out of black glass and it was floating on top of the ocean, and I was alone and always worried there. When I got out of my house, I went to a party, but on the way there I saw a black girl on a mo-ped getting harrassed by a group of guys. She did something challenging, like revved her engine or whatever you call that, and the guys pretended to be intimidated. When the light turned green, they purposely ran her over, and I saw her body rolling through the lanes of traffic and heard her screaming and then there were no more cars to hit her. And then the group of guys came back and beat what was left of her with baseball bats and all I could do was drive forward because I was in a rented white truck with broken brakes. Then I got to the party, and someone I liked was there but he was there with a few girls that he liked more, who had nicknames like Snowgirl and were allowed to spend the night. Then people that I worked with in this dream started showing up, and I was eventually getting wasted with my boss, who kept telling me really weird things that I didn't want to think about. A group of us left the party to get gas, and I was still with my boss, and I remember I looked at my clock and I was supposed to be at work then, so I told my boss and he started yelling at me and hitting his head on the car. For the rest of the dream, the group of people kept driving me to different places, but I could never get to work. No matter how hard I tried, there was too much confusion, and I couldn't get there, and all the dancers at my work were getting mad at me, and I really had to pee, and I was stuck in this airport-esque waiting room, thinking, Please, please take me to work, someone.
I am wasting too much time, life does not last forever and I am not going to waste time on all this bullshit. I want to keep my friendships and love everyone I love and not get hung up on anything petty. So that is why I called you when I had a bad dream. I don't ever want to get stuck in that fucking waiting room again, with only my text messages, trying desperately to say I'm sorry.