It’s funny when I think back about you,
I remember so vividly your face,
the mario land,
when you took my hand,
and we skipped with banshee beat’s grace.
It’s funny how sometimes in life
you listen to the soundtrack of what’s to come,
right before it happens.
We were miscommunicating while feeling the same; but it’s good to feel.
We were splitting like atoms, you’d victimize shame; but oh, it is good to heal.
And when I start drowning in your pool,
this is the thought that keeps me afloat:
I can still remember the smell of the oak
from your room, when I knew you.
Had a dream I was in a flying van over memories which only had two people abandoned there living off the land. The van was the escape and I was in it.
Sagwa.
I was petting Po, but he felt weird to touch. His hair was thinning and rough. Eventually, I realized I was petting Sagwa, and her hair was missing. I was petting her skin, trying to make her comfortable as she was vanishing. Her face began to vanish, but I made eye contact with one of her blue eyes. She looked into me, and stopped vanishing. The dream became semi-lucid, because I wanted to tell her so much. I began to cry and tell her how much I missed her, and how sweet she is – and then I woke up.
was crying throughout the dream for attention and company, I guess. I was having a tirade about how I am mad, too old for this shit, etc. there were two underage boys trying to get me to buy alcohol for them (they were sitting at a table rolling a blunt, and one of the boys had their license out on the table), which only aggravated me further. Levi was ignoring me and telling people to ignore me. I was throwing beaded necklaces very far, and pushing the walls of my house to allow the outside in – it felt unsafe once I did this; and I was - again - doing it for attention, because I wanted to vent, but no one wanted to listen to me.
David was in my dream, I was building a park for him – crying, with a rainbow sapling in my hand. I named the park after him, and it was built for a man with no legs. I remember the way the wood chips felt, and the soil of the sapling in my hand. Captain Janeway (from Star Trek Voyager) was the one I was crying to, very sad to remember my friend.
On a side note, Chelsea (my old best friend)’s mom was posting about a loved one that she lost, and how she had a very sad dream about him. What a weird coincidence. Maybe heaven let some angels share their memory with people on the same day. Sad, but it’s good to remember. Thank you for a gift, and thank you for your spirit.
Last night, I had a dream that I was alone in San Francisco/New York. It’s a recurring location, but I was revisiting. I was alone, and it was night. There was a concert coming to a close, in a park, and several people were there. It was awkward being alone, so I decided to go nearby to a house that my mother used to clean, trying to find a familiar face. As I walked there, I remember noticing my coat, and its buttons. I looked really reserved in it, and I figured that’s why no one found me approachable, and maybe it was chosen due to the mood that I found myself in, since I didn’t seem to want to approach anyone either.
I placed my coat on the open door, on hooks on several other coats. I got worried my coat would get stolen, so I closed/locked the doors with the hooks, and it made me feel more private and comfortable. However, this was the outer layer of doors, and there were more doors behind them that acted as front doors. I somehow entered (had the key, perhaps), but no one was home; and my mom wasn’t there. It turned out that the people I knew no longer lived there. The concept of my mother and sister previously being there made my mind confused if they were really present or not. They weren’t.
I was - again - alone, so I decided to leave and try to find people to hang out with. I walked back to the concert, and saw about 2 groups of 2-3 people, but they had an agenda that didn’t include meeting me. I saw people on the walk back to the house, which was a block away at most. I considered inviting them back to the house, but I did not trust them, and they were intoxicated, which made me want to hang out with them even less.
