Grey walls
I started out having no dreams at all... and then this morning.. it went completely haywire.
I was with Alisha in a mall. Rather contemparary, pure glass with a feeling of Heroin Shic, or Stoner Prep... I felt really awkward and misplaced, as if I was going to witness someone OD or get caught by the cops for major drug usage. We went down the escalator and it got fuzzy from there. I used to know all the details, but I forgot them over the day. I do remember that Rochelle got very mad at me for some odd reason, and stole something valuable of mine. I went to get if back from her and found myself in her house after wandering through the mall-place for a while. I found what I was looking for- it was my purse with some very valuable jewelwry and artifacts from the Titanic. The room was painted white, but the lighting made it look slightly gray- which made the room seem very deserted and sad. Her mom (who looked nothing like her real mom) came yelling into the room, and threw me out the window. I found myself on a street that looked like the result of a very expensive suburban project in the middle of the woods, and the street went on for miles. I couldn't see the sky becasue the trees simply obscured my vision. Lush, green trees, dark and full. The houses were the same gray that Rochelles room was. I stared in wonder at it.
Dan rolled around in the car that he was begging me to buy, and asked what the hell I was doing there. "Getting this" I said as I held up my purse. "Are you heading to our house?" "I wasn't going to, but sure, why not?" "K, hop in!" And i wakled towards the car, but time warped, and I was at their door, walking into the living room. Dan was already inside, joking around with Lander, Mike was on the sofa, and Amy was at the computer. I went down the hallway to put my stuff away, but it was't their hallway; it was mine, only white. It was my room, only furnished different and painted blue. I wondered what was wrong... I went into their living room and looked at Mike... he got up and walked past me into the kitchen, and Amy was ignoring me. I didn't care. I plopped down onto the sofa and woke up.
I should make a movie or something... PAINTING! With the same lighting that was in my dream... it was so BEAUTIFULL.... as scary as my dream was.
I was with Alisha in a mall. Rather contemparary, pure glass with a feeling of Heroin Shic, or Stoner Prep... I felt really awkward and misplaced, as if I was going to witness someone OD or get caught by the cops for major drug usage. We went down the escalator and it got fuzzy from there. I used to know all the details, but I forgot them over the day. I do remember that Rochelle got very mad at me for some odd reason, and stole something valuable of mine. I went to get if back from her and found myself in her house after wandering through the mall-place for a while. I found what I was looking for- it was my purse with some very valuable jewelwry and artifacts from the Titanic. The room was painted white, but the lighting made it look slightly gray- which made the room seem very deserted and sad. Her mom (who looked nothing like her real mom) came yelling into the room, and threw me out the window. I found myself on a street that looked like the result of a very expensive suburban project in the middle of the woods, and the street went on for miles. I couldn't see the sky becasue the trees simply obscured my vision. Lush, green trees, dark and full. The houses were the same gray that Rochelles room was. I stared in wonder at it.
Dan rolled around in the car that he was begging me to buy, and asked what the hell I was doing there. "Getting this" I said as I held up my purse. "Are you heading to our house?" "I wasn't going to, but sure, why not?" "K, hop in!" And i wakled towards the car, but time warped, and I was at their door, walking into the living room. Dan was already inside, joking around with Lander, Mike was on the sofa, and Amy was at the computer. I went down the hallway to put my stuff away, but it was't their hallway; it was mine, only white. It was my room, only furnished different and painted blue. I wondered what was wrong... I went into their living room and looked at Mike... he got up and walked past me into the kitchen, and Amy was ignoring me. I didn't care. I plopped down onto the sofa and woke up.
I should make a movie or something... PAINTING! With the same lighting that was in my dream... it was so BEAUTIFULL.... as scary as my dream was.