| 11:22a |
Mentally, I'm in a weird place right now.
I don't want to do anything or go anywhere.
I want to have fun, but I don't want to be bothered.
I want to create, but I feel unoriginal.
And then there's all the rest of it.
Lately, I've been alternating between sleepless nights and nights when I can't sleep enough, and I've been having these strange dreams.
The most recent:
I was in a dimly lit sparsely decorated castle-like room, with the vague sense that someone was going through my pockets, which were oddly immense, almost like one of those cartoon black hole things that's small, but indescribably big. (Anyone know what I'm talking about?). Inside my pocket, there's a gold figurine, and a would be thief if fumbling, but unable to find it. I keep trying to back away, and I want nothing more than to escape and protect what's in my pocket. Everything is in flashes...and the owner of the hand is revealed: a pregnant woman. The lights are flashing on and off, as if the bulb is shorting out, and as the lights finally went out, she smiled triumphantly, reached out, and bashed my head into a brick wall.
This was a dream within a dream. In my dream, I woke up from this dream with somewhere to go, and the vague sense that if I stayed in a castle-like room, I would meet my death in the form of a brick wall, but I didn't know how to avoid it since I didn't know where it was. I traveled to my destination, and in an effort to keep my dream from becoming a reality, I went to the police to try and explain, but they couldn't help me, and they didn't understand..
and that's all I remember.
So yeah.
And then there's other stuff, but it's all just...
I'm going to stop now. |