Need to learn to forget dreams on waking, or not take them to mean anything. This morning's pointless images of running, piggy-backed through my home town trying to hold onto something I shouldn't chased me to waking, whereupon I realized that things aren't like that, and I don't want them to be. It was the festival, in all likelihood, more than ( Read more... )

The leaves are changing, and I, for once, am dreaming of something else. Dreamed I had someones baby, how lovely and sweet. But alone. Whoever had knocked me up was gone. What a strange dream, complemented with elements of moving in with T/F designers, wandering around, wrapped in a towel ( Read more... )

Oh, dreaming again of people I wish I didn't have to think about, but there she is, telling me just how easy everything would be if just I'd acquiesce to something, anything at all and I wake in a sweat and wonder how I'm still alone in this continent of a bed. Writing my part of the story, still refusing to take anyone else's word for where I am ( Read more... )

Wow, how I never meant to keep anyone up, and how I struggled every night to sleep in peace next to you, and how I wish I could have come to terms with my demons without banishing you from my bed ( Read more... )

Ain't it cool, this indescribable? Waking still shaking from the dream with a familiar face wearing another familiar face. Nobody would've guessed what it meant. Arms weak with the strength I try to reinject into them, come on Conner, help me out here. Didn't feel like this while I was still asleep, holding her (who?) as the sun rose in our window ( Read more... )

How very Manic. Wake up listening to Better Than Ezra, dreaming about RENT, doing back-flips up the aisles at your request as the crowd roars and you smile in that beautifully destructive way that caught me in the first place...oh wait...that wasn't it. I was running across the street behind the girl who would start to tear us apart, that's where ( Read more... )

Better dreams and half a plan for the future beyond college and career. Pretty good chance all I want is bad for me, but things change, inevitably, and that has to be a good thing or this is hell and I'd better just resign myself to it. I've grown so much, it's only fair that I allow that the rest of the world has grown too. Grown out of some of ( Read more... )

How about looking forward for a change? Got a nice hefty twinge of jealousy at something that's only inevitable. Not pleasant, but come on, Mick...it's been nearly a year. Going to stop using this as a place to be broken down by what's come before. Thank you very much ( Read more... )

So it's just after seven in the morning on this ridiculous holiday which demands I scramble back and forth between work and classes with more frequency and urgency than ever and for the past three hours I've been dreaming of Taylor Townsend. Seriously, these dreams are starting to...I don't even know. I don't even think Autumn Reeser's even that ( Read more... )

My weekend. Read. Read. Read. Friday was folklore and pretense and, "Oh, aren't we both so poised and pretty." Post Modernism is creeping through my mind which wants very badly to be Modernist. True/False continues to freeze my fingers to nothing and give me excellent reasons not to go dancing. Pan's Labyrinth turned my Sunday morning dreams into a ( Read more... )