||[Oct. 19th, 2004|09:21 pm]
|[||Me Right Now:
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[Daily Whine Column]
Aw man, my eyes are all stingy and blurry. Bed might be a good idea.
[Bloody bloody bloody Dreams]
I keep dreaming about a young girl, and she follows me, everywhere I try to run. Before she was bleeding and so skinny I could see her bones. Last night I spoke to her - rather than telling her to leave me alone or running away - and she took me to this swimming hole/lake and made me watch a boy drown. It was awful. She held my hand in a freaky little girl way, and then I could feel the boys thoughts as he drowned. He was scared. His fingers were bruised. Then he went under and died. He died...and I had to watch it...and feel it.
The weird thing was that the bruised finger detail came back into the dream a while later, which usually doesn't happen in dreams because of the random order of events that continuously spirals away into another scene/setting.
Someone gave me a book, a very large hand-written book, and as I opened it, the freaky little girl arrived again. Then I just knew. It was his book. That's why his fingers were bruised...
Then I woke up. Goddammit. Such a detailed and mysterious dream.
My dreams don't make much sense...I wish I could record them. And show you.
I am so very blah right now. I wonder what i'll dream about tonight...