| 10:20a |
On the Run
My dreams have been really vivid lately. Night before last I dreamt my little brother died. It was terrible. And as the dream changed all the night, that recurring theme stayed present. No matter what was going on in the dream I was conscious of the fact that he was dead, and kept telling everyone. I was so upset. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him. We’ve gotten so close; I love him dearly. Last night, I dreamt again that I was in prison. I think this was after you called – I can’t remember what I was dreaming when you called. I can’t remember dreams if I get jarred out of them suddenly. I went back to sleep and dreamt I was in prison – except this was a much more realistic prison than in the previous dream. Brandon and John were in there, too. I don’t remember what I was in for, except that I remember they had 15 years each and I had 20. At some point, the three of us escaped. We’d gotten as far as Alexandria, John’s hometown. We stopped at a gas station, and the people recognized us from TV. We quickly left, but they got us a few hours later at some house we were staying at. It sucked. I wish I could remember what I dreamed after that
Current Mood: devious |