| Dreams in Matt's Bed |
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| 08:37pm 28/02/2009 |
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I've never watched someone REM before and it gave me this wonderful feeling. I looked at his peaceful face and his rapidly moving eyes and I just knew I loved him.
Dreams (I had 4 but only remember 2)
I was in a locker room. I put Homer's bowling ball in his locker and saw that this locker room only had two shitty bowling lanes and no people really to bowl with.
My nameless friend and I stood in line, talking and laughing.
"No talking," they said.
I tried to think up a way of talking to him without words. I wished we had thought about it before. I made gestures with my hands, he watched intently. I grabbed his hands to write on them with my fingers, maybe he's recognize words, feelings that way. Instead we were holding hands and it was amazing. I let go after a while to try to talk to him by using my hands as actors or puppets. We had to leave. I looked for my friend Tim, he'd know where we were. I walked away to register or to grab something. When I turned back my first friend with no name was gone. I was frantic to find him. He was in the dark hallway. I caught him. We smiled in happiness. We decided to leave
We took my multipurpose vehicle and drove crazily through evansdale roads. I was driving even without a license and not paying the best of attention to the road, other cars and nearby buildings and vegetation. Somewhere around this time he turned into a soft orange kitten who kept purring in my arms.Something about not being recognized and easier to be carried. I felt a bit lost, but kind of knew where we were. I decided to turn the vehicle into a hot air balloon and basket and we started floating uncontrollably towards the possible desired location. I guess it was too slow because he turned into a huge bird and carried me. I folded up the basket and stuck it in my pocket for later uses.
I was sitting at a table with Mary, Evan and some cute guy. Mary was talking about counrties she was going to visist and one of her choices of destinations before her big trip was New Orleans. I told her she should go there especially for mardi gars, although she missed it already this year. She said she wasn't into that, it was more of a drunk whore thing or something. So I started in about how easy it was to get girls to show their boobs and you could just use one string of beads. Just keep acting like you're going to give it to them and then don't. The cute guy seemed to find that amusing and good idea. But then he started talking about football and asked if I played in high school. I realized he thought I was a man.
"Dude, I'm a chick," I said, a bit annoyed.
He seemed surprised.
"See," I showed him my light blue ring. It was obvious I'm a chick.
Or a gay guy..."Well, I'm not showing you my boobs to prove it."
I had to go anyway. I needed to change my clothes. My mom would freak if she saw me at the party in baggy jeans and a dirty WVU sweatshirt. I changed into the pretty pink dress she'd chosen for me earlier. I came out and walked past the table with Mary, Evan, the cute guy and some douche bag.
"Hey," Douche bag stared at me. "Wanna sit in my lap?"
"Fuck off," I said.
"Wanna play war?" cute guy asked.
"Sure."
I sat next to him at the table. Mary, Evan and douche bag left.
"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier." He said. "I mean, I shoulda noticed you are definitely not a guy."
"It's ok," I said. "I like being incognito sometimes |
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