Tumultuous Creepy (imsocreepy) wrote, @ 2003-04-12 13:46:00

Current mood:	depressed
Current music:	lorelei - cocteau twins

I had a dream of blackened flowers
while I slept through all morn hours
I was lying atop of Anne Wittshare
we might have been having sex, I'm not sure

I dreamt about her. I never dream about her.

There was blood. A large, lake-like ocean of blood surrounding us and engulfing her body as it rose like high tide against her china white skin.

Leviathan screamed after she was engulfed, and I woke. That's all I remember.

I don't wont to dream of her again. I would rather death take me, or that I meet up with a vampire sometime soon. I would have asked Professor Ravenclaw specific details about the Blood Wizards, but he did not come back. Pehraps he is dead.

How lucky.

*sighs*

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