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Wednesday, March 25, 2015
Weave 10 (forgetfulness)
I want to tell you things you forget
I want to show you things you regret
I know I never needed you at all
Just needed someone to watch me as I fall
Into the open arms of nightfall, bleeding
Into the open graves of so many , seething
Where you the one who taught me to shoot the gun below these words
Or was it someone else I heard
There's too many questions and not enough reasons to let you back inside
I know it's cold but you were told to go though it hurts me so
We used to walk forever until we dropped
We used to talk about everything, until we stopped
I know you never needed me at all
Just needed someone to watch you as you fall.
Dreams 20
So, we're in a dream version of the house we're currently living in (although it doesn't look anything like the waking version) and May and I are having a spirited debate upstairs about something that only pertains to us. In the middle, I hear noises in the kitchen, like silverware clanking around, and I immediately think that it's me (my other self). I run downstairs to investigate (probably not a good idea to confront your other self) and when I get to the kitchen his back is turned and he's fiddling with something on the counter. I grab his (my) shoulder to turn him, but he turns partway and doesn't look me in the eye. The thing he was messing with looked like a bottle of hot sauce. Since I didn't get a full look, I go to the living room to look in the mirror above the fireplace, and as soon as I do, my head gets way bigger and bright orange, and triangle shaped (kind of like chester cheetah). Then I head back upstairs, and notice that my whole house is filled with friends and family from throughout my whole life. I know they're not really there, but I think how nice it would be if they were.
Awake....
Awake....
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Dreams 19
This dream joins me in progress at a bar with John Bennett and some friends from my work, Manny and Armando. I order and receive a special edition 22 oz Miller Lite Stout, and begin drinking it out of a bucket glass, next to Manny who is drinking a big Heinenkin out of a little highball glass. Armando keeps taking my beer and leads me on a good-natured chase to various spots around the crowded, woodpaneled, smoky bar. A good time is had by all.....This dream swiftly transistions to me watching this video i shot on my cell phone of this girl in a bikini laying on her stomach on a surfboard, and the camera follows behind her smoothly as she paddles out into the waves and disappears, then cuts to some guys that are crying and trying to find her. it's a really cool cell phone video. Then, after the bar and after the video, and somewhere in the middle of the night, i watch the tide go from really high to really low, and tidal waves begin to form. At first they are only 30 to 40 feet high and i am walking away from the beach and weaving through buildings to avoid them, not panicked but just kind of a casual, joyous escape. Sometimes tail ends of waves catch me up and i ride them out, careful to avoid smashing into hard objects. i call John, to warn him, cause in my dream he has a crib close to the beach, but no answer. i decide to round up people and get to a safe place, and the waves start becoming spectacularly large, thousands of feet in the air, so tall that they look thin and graceful, sparkling in the moonlight. They're so beautiful, i see dozens of them as i make my winding way to a safe place, gathering people as i go, call John once and awhile to try to get him out of there. Sometimes little flood waves get us but none of those gigantic, majestic waves crushes us, luckily. They're really sparkly though. Finally it becomes daylight, we've been walking away from the ocean all night, and we arrive at my safe place, Denny's. I call John one last time and get an answering machine that says 'Toby, stop calling, i'm asleep.' and then i wake up.
Riae
Monday, March 23, 2015
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