I awoke this morning from a dream of a better life. I wasn't me. Now, it's fading, and I'm not sure who I was. There was a sinister edge about the whole thing, but still, she or he who was me was happy
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Does the fact that your words bring a richness to my brain? I like the way you phrase things. I don't really care that your paleo years are not huge triumphs. I enjoy "hearing" you.
Sorry the words are being difficult. (And that I haven't been commenting much lately - between broken brain and tryin g to finish Halloween costumes I am toast.)
I tend to believe we should trust our instincts more, so if your gut is telling you to write your story, ... Well, like you said, you just won't know if it's for your greater good or not until it's done. Something has put the notion in your head though, and it will probably just keep bouncing around your neural network until you give it some time and attention. I really hope it proves to be more catharsis than the black-hole suck of depression.
I woke up this morning feeling like I was not me in my dreams too, like I'd hijacked someone else's dreams. I don't normally even think about celebrities, let alone dream about breaking in to Ozzy Osborne's house and trying to crash a party. Not a fucking clue why my brain threw that one out there, but I also found it peculiar that I wasn't me in my dream's this morning.
I also enjoy not-me dreams, though they are very odd. Often they involve being of the opposite sex. I have often wondered how common this type of dream is: I've asked a couple people and they'd never had them. (I have no conscious desire to be a man rather than a woman, so I don't think that's a factor).
I rarely look to you for "happy" stories, but your stories do make me happy. I'm about to settle in and read the latest Sirenia, so thank you in advance for that!
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I woke up this morning feeling like I was not me in my dreams too, like I'd hijacked someone else's dreams. I don't normally even think about celebrities, let alone dream about breaking in to Ozzy Osborne's house and trying to crash a party. Not a fucking clue why my brain threw that one out there, but I also found it peculiar that I wasn't me in my dream's this morning.
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I rarely look to you for "happy" stories, but your stories do make me happy. I'm about to settle in and read the latest Sirenia, so thank you in advance for that!
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