Easy to regret, Impossible to forget.
I had this really creepy dream yesterday night that felt so goddamned weird.
Okay so... everything was nearly the same but I was all goth punkass glammed out and, I was with this guy. You will all know him as fish guy. But besides the point, I could tell it was my mind finally telling me this is what you wanted to see, now see it and move on. It wasn't all that great. I mean, I felt happy in the dream, but not nearly as happy as I am now. Granted the goth glam thing is prolly what did it for me. I Was pretty. But still. It was a nice dream to have.
Then the dream skipped over to something else, and who was I with? The infamous Ken. What was I doing? Listening to sublime, and toking up. Just like all the other stoner girl friends do. It was rather frightening. Mind says: see it and move on. I say: Easier done then said.
Again a dream skipped, and I was with Graham. Again a good (on my percieving end) relationship that came to a abrupt stop, for no good reason. But I guess it was a good enough reason, but still not so good that it had to get into The Dream, which is what I'm calling it now. I was with Graham and we were together. not "across the pond" together but face to face, shake my hand, give me a friendly hug together. I guess that was the happiest I was in that dream, to see Graham, finally, after all of this. Even though I never really seen him. But I was hella happy, let me tell you. But it was a friendly vibe mostly, there was no romance in this section what-so-ever, there was me cuddling, but...I cuddle. It's what I do. Cuddlecuddlecuddle.
Well...that was basically my dream, and I woke up and fell back asleep and had another...something about me trying to tell someone a strawberry sundae isn't the same as a hot fudge sundae.
It's what I do.
Okay so... everything was nearly the same but I was all goth punkass glammed out and, I was with this guy. You will all know him as fish guy. But besides the point, I could tell it was my mind finally telling me this is what you wanted to see, now see it and move on. It wasn't all that great. I mean, I felt happy in the dream, but not nearly as happy as I am now. Granted the goth glam thing is prolly what did it for me. I Was pretty. But still. It was a nice dream to have.
Then the dream skipped over to something else, and who was I with? The infamous Ken. What was I doing? Listening to sublime, and toking up. Just like all the other stoner girl friends do. It was rather frightening. Mind says: see it and move on. I say: Easier done then said.
Again a dream skipped, and I was with Graham. Again a good (on my percieving end) relationship that came to a abrupt stop, for no good reason. But I guess it was a good enough reason, but still not so good that it had to get into The Dream, which is what I'm calling it now. I was with Graham and we were together. not "across the pond" together but face to face, shake my hand, give me a friendly hug together. I guess that was the happiest I was in that dream, to see Graham, finally, after all of this. Even though I never really seen him. But I was hella happy, let me tell you. But it was a friendly vibe mostly, there was no romance in this section what-so-ever, there was me cuddling, but...I cuddle. It's what I do. Cuddlecuddlecuddle.
Well...that was basically my dream, and I woke up and fell back asleep and had another...something about me trying to tell someone a strawberry sundae isn't the same as a hot fudge sundae.
It's what I do.