| "If you're not really here,
Then i don't wanna be either.
I wanna be next to you."
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| So there is this photographer who i am absolutely in love with.
Not him, really. His talent.. His work.
His website is www.lastnightsparty.com
The lastest entry 'Legendary Imaginary' is filled with pics of me n my girlfriend Faye.
He is crazy, cool, creative... He's a one shot wonder.
When he comes into town, our world shuts down.
Just being around him is a party in itself.
Take a look for YOURself... xoxo
  
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| So i almost always dream about girls, in any kind of "romantic" way of dreaming.
Unless of course there is someone important in my life at that time,
or say, i have a 'significant other'.
But last night was the 2nd dream i've had in about a week's time about a boy.
It was the same boy as last time. A kind of dark, mysterious, troubled boy.
Young, about 14-15.. maybe 16. But that might just be wishful thinking...
In the 1st dream, my mother was a therapist trying to help this kid.
We has found him (in his state) ... spitting out of trees.
And most of this spitting was at me & my family.
He started staying with us (in the dream i lived with my family again),
and as my mother's work did not show progress with him i decided to take matters into my own hands. at which point i decided the only way to help him was to teach him about sex.
I then proceeded to kind of sort of push myself on him. Rape if you must... but he was partially willing.
Once he realized i wasn't giving in =]
In the 2nd dream, I was walking into a walgreens in my old hometown. The entrance of the store had this little curvy turny walkway that had a dark corner that must be passed thru to enter. As i approached the corner i felt a threatening presence creeping up on me from behind.. very quickly. I turned around and was shoved up against the wall in the dark corner and instantly had a knife to my throat. Drab all black clothing with a hood over his head big enough to shadow his whole face. But i knew it was him. And i wasn't scared... i was in love.
He took off running inside when he realized all he had done was make me want him. I chased, naturally. Allover the store... hunting my hunter. Then i caught up to him right as he has turned a corner only to hear my sister & brother calling out for me, asking me pretty much wtf i was doing & to hurry the fuck up. At which point this boy had revealed himself to me. Yep, i was right it was him. Babyface & dirty shaggy grungy hair. We played & chased eachother around the store a bit more... including being tied in plastic wrap at one point. Then i ran into his mother, & 4yr old sister who apparently had something wrong with her leg. He was very put out with their appearance & then quickly left with them in his mother's brand new Jag, even though the mother was very interested in me & inviting.
I woke up about this time.
Then, I fell back asleep & the dream continued!
I think because i was concentrating on it so hard for the short time i was awake.
The continuation wasnt as interesting to someone else so i'll spare you, but it was very romantic.
And the entire thing was SO REAL. I was very confused & heartbroken when i awoke & realized that yet again, it was all a dream. Boo.....
Ive been obsessed with him & the dreams all day.
What does it mean? Who is he?
I feel like he's someone i know, or used to know, or am about to meet.
Someone in real life. Or what we believe to be 'real' & 'life'.
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| I can feel the needles being drawn;
From my back, one by one.
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| my spoiled head; my violated heart.
what's in a game if the win doesn't mean a thing?
a testimony of a time better forgotten?
i'm not a caged lover anymore.
my own tragedy set me free
a slight fee,
but all remains the same
in the end where i knew we would be.
i knew i'd find us here eventually.
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