Monday, November 2, 2009

my dream

i don't want to talk about my dream on facebook so i'll do it here. bear with me here 'cause i didn't view it as a significant dream until the end.

from what i remember it's starts in one of those typical NY apartment style buildings. i'm not on the top level but i'm very close, i was standing next to an old hagged lady, who was giving me the 'ole side ways glance thing. i walk to the end of the hall open the door at the end (no. 11).

the room is painted a brick red (it might just be bricks but i can't remember), there was no order to the way the furniture was set out, shit everywhere. one window, that faces the sea, is the only source of light.

i throw my jacket on the couch that faces the kitchen, and take a seat on the dinning table and turn the telly on. a black and white picture pops up, in the picture there is 1950's tv reporter who is swearing like no one i've ever heard. then, static, then, another, more in control tv reporter, what he says is very important in the story yet i don't know what it was so feel free to make up anything at this part of the story, it be pretty much anything except for biological attack.

after the report i turn the TV off and it is deadly quite, until the whaling of some emergency siren picks up, and then panic, panic everywhere, chaos, anarchy. without thinking i let the chaos consume me, i sprint out the door grabbing no personal objects, not even locking the door, in fact leaving the door wide open.

down the hall and down the stairs and out the front door. and there, oh and there i spotted her (she will not be named 'cause of some personal fear and adoration i have for this person). but her presence instantly calms me, soothes my nerves and makes me feel like everything is going to be alright. i catch up to her, we talk, she seems in no rush, in fact shes heading to the movies. i follow assured in my safety when I'm around her, the conversation heats up and we chase each other around, grabbing and groping at each other when ever we get close enough. she leads me off and then, and then.............................

i wake up (or did i) and that's where the story ends (or does it)

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