i can't figure out why i feel so angry. maybe it's because i'm lonely. maybe it's because i'm hungry, and we don't have much of anything to eat. maybe it's because we're frigging stranded at home another day because the tire on the van is not yet fixed. whatever it is, it's making me mad. yet again, i can't think of anything with even the slightest importance to type. trying to think of any dreams i had last night, but i don't remember any. so, i suppose i'll tell you of a reaccuring dream i used to have, probably between the ages of 6 and 10.
i'd be in this big, bleakly lit arcade, with black walls and a strip of about 2-inch in diameter multi-colored, round lights acting as a border around the room. in one corner, there's a doorway, but on the other side of the doorway is emptiness. there's no floor, just a big black hole to fall into. there's one metal bar across the doorway, about waist-high. every time i had this dream i'd be playing some sort of game that involved a small ball. every time, the ball would end up bouncing out the door way, and i'd almost fall down into the never-ending hole. at the time, it was terrifying. i can't remember if i ever did fall down the hole or not. i guess not, as at a later date, the dream continued and progressed. i found another doorway in the arcade, and on the other side of it was a big, patel-colored room, in the shape of a long hallway. there was an isle down the hallway, and both sides were lined with little pastel-colored tents. it was a mother and baby room, and every tent had a mother and her baby in it. i think that was the end fo it, atleast as far as i can remember. it never really had an official "End". i must've woken myself up from it every time, something that i can no longer do when i'm having a bad dream. when i was little i also had a dream about talking warthog statues, and flying around on these thin, foam-like sleds. the coolest dream i've ever had would have to be these little basket seats that you sat in, and you pushed the arms of the chair up and down to cause air pressure and make you fly. it was awesome.
i'm done blabbering on for now. later.
3 comments:
You sound pretty tense. I would suggest just trying to chill. Read a book, play your guitar, or call an old friend... As for the dreams... there kinda weird. You could alway do what I do for stress relief, but that involves three other people, a nine iron, a bottle of wine, and 16 pounds of ice... ttyl
do i want to know what you do for stress relief? i guess that'd best be discussed without tellin the rest of the world, eh? lol
Definatly something that should be discussed in private. Either that... or I could show you. Your choice...
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