Monday, August 22, 2011


my dreams are trying to tell me something ...
"space ... it's ecstatic. don't you know? you must love it." this was a man's voice as i was watching the girl running back and forth from and into the pink oceans of spain with her brother. she was blonde and messy.
but from the beginning, it was a nightmare. it's hard to recollect everything that happened since it was such a long dream. it lasted for months i believe.
in the beginning,
of course, the rest of the dream took place in a large, large, large, house, once again, those huge mazey houses that my brain makes up.
he locked his blind children in a room, and it was a dark room and the door had wax covering it and i opened the door.
it was scary because i thought i was going to lose my chance of escaping.
finally, after climbing down a large wall with guards with pointed guns watching us, me and hundreds of my boss's children reached a large river with sparkling pollen in the air. we were boarding a flying raft that would take us to water-planes that would take us far away for a vacation, which i planned to escape during.
one of his children asked me something, something that scared me because it was almost too close to be considered treasonous. he could've been listening so i told them to be quiet until we reached the water-plane.
he was there watching us. he told me that when i came back, he'd give me a combination to let me back inside the house, a code of some sort. and then he said we could discuss me giving him my afterlife. then i woke up.

it was the fucking creepiest thing ever.


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