My first dream... I don't remember anything about except that my best friend was pregnant...
The next dream I remember slightly creeped me out because I was cold that night. I had to gather certain items throughout my house and leave through the garage. I had limited time to do so, too. It was something about when the beeping started, I had like 2 minutes exactly to get out. What I remember is it was already beeping and I got into the garage, dropped a few things, gathered them up and heard the beeping stop. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I figured since I'd made it to the garage and nothing had happened yet, that I was safe, so I spent my time carefully getting out of the garage. And then next thing I knew when I was outside, it was a party! A baby shower, actually. My best friend was 8 months pregnant! O.o And then I was 6 months pregnant! O_o AND WE WERE ONLY 16!
Anyway I woke up from that, then fell back asleep and had some weird dream where I was the criminal in the new show Whit collar, and I woke up in some strange place. I got outside and followed some people and then got to a street where I could see the downtown part of my city and recognized it. I was on my way there and saw a suspicious looking woman who just passed by, and then a suspicious looking man at the side of a building, who followed me and gave me a paper. I randomly was at a fair, and was myself, but had the ankle bracelet. Then, I found a friend and we had some fun and I told him that I was on my way home and that it wasn't far, because we were randomly at my old elementary school, and then he reminded me of my ankle bracelet (Which I boasted about picking it once before, implying that I could do it again.), and offered to let me crash at his place. So we walked to the apartment complex and we were happily talking and chatting and we ran into some girls on the stairs, and by the second floor I could see a lot more stairs and started getting a little weird. By the third floor I was having trouble going further. I saw someone I knew from middle school go below me with a mischievous grin and I chewed her out, telling her that if she touched me I was going to kill her because I had anxiety. I looked up and saw my friend's concerned face, and told him that I was okay and was just having a little trouble. I managed to push myself a few stairs higher before my muscles locked up and my body refused to move forward. So he took me back down and offered to walk me home. And on the way out he told me he was going to find a job. When I asked why he said that he was going to apply at some apartments near where I lived, which made me all happy because I had a giant crush on him.
And then I woke up.
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold