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I had a dream last night. They've become very frequent in the last bit of a while. More dreams with every night full to the brim of fear, happiness, and all those other good emotions I find lacking in recent reality. I remember waking up and looking for a good breakfast. The freezer was full of icecream, but why the hell would anyone want icecream for breakfast? Low and behold I found a box of blueberry waffles and I was instantly eating them with hoards of syrup and I'm not sure whether or not I had a plate. But that doesn't matter; I had the waffles and I was ultimately satisfied and content on how my day was going to go.
Skipping forward over the black spaces between dreams, or in the same dream, or the waking interruption of the morning ritual of urination, I found myself on a swing in the park behind my old middle school. The swings on which I was swinging no longer exist in this reality. They have been replaced by mulch and slides rather than what I remember as asfault and rusty metal. I was swinging with my guitar, playing it and not playing it, and sometimes not holding it and grasping the cold links that the swing swang from. A couple of friends were there, I don't remember who, swinging along with me telling jokes and talking about bullshit that never existed but did. I'm sure now that I would find that these jokes were not funny, and that they probably made no sense, but everyone knows the feeling of the dream is all that matters.
For some reason there was a girl. I'd never seen her before and evidently I couldn't make out her face. All I saw was an ever changing figure and all I felt was the warming feel of female presence. I let her on the swing and I tried to push her but my pushes sent her off balance and her along with the swing only went slightly up while wobbling from side to side. I apologized with witty sarcasm, which sounds like me, and all I got in return were direct insults followed by the beauty of haughty laughter. So I let her hold my guitar and she broke it, and she laughed some more. I cried and beat my fists into my basement wall, which doesn't really exist yet does, as my friends sat on the couch and watched television.
Though I know that no one will read this I wonder why I typed this in the first place. Do I want someone to read it, on the chance that they were wondering through random journals looking for something interesting? Or was it just that I felt that I needed to write this down and this was the closest thing that I had at the moment? I don't ******** know.
I woke up today to find my guitar laying peacefully against the sofa and to find that there were no waffles in the freezer. What day is it?
 KarmaCreep · Thu Oct 19, 2006 @ 01:25am · 1 Comments |
me playin
playin some more and singing too!
Close up of me strummin on my baby "Because"
Band mate, Ryan, playin the bass for this acoustic act. He's actually the drummer, though.
