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changeyourstars8) wrote2006-01-30 08:26 pm
changeyourstars8) wrote2006-01-30 08:26 pm
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You ever had a dream that stayed on your mind all day, and not for good reasons? I mean, if I'm going to have a memorable dream, I'd rather dream that I'm engaging in recreational activities on LOST island. But no.
I dreamt I was standing on this dark green metal bridge in London. I don't know why I'm sure it's London, since I've never been there (maybe my mind was just making an easy joke based on the fact that it was chilly and raining). In the dream everything was going wrong; all the people I cared about were dead or had abandoned me and I'd finally just decided, 'hell with it'.
Someone was trying to talk me down, but I have no idea who. All I know was that I didn't listen for a long time, and then I started to turn back toward whoever was talking to me and my foot slipped and I woke up.
It makes no sense. As I said, never been to London. And I'm scared of heights; if I was going to kill myself no way I'd do it by jumping off a bridge. Talk about adding insult to injury.
But I've still had to deal with this all day--
Logic: It didn't mean anything; just forget it.
Superstition: What if it was trying to warn you somehow?
Logic: Do not be ridiculous.
Superstition: Maybe it was predicting your death.
Logic: Would you shut up?
Tomorrow I'll probably laugh about all this-- provided I don't have another freaky dream-- but right now, just . . . yeah.
I need to actually write something, instead of typing out a few notes and then staring at the computer screen in a state of utter uselessness. But, doesn't look like that's going to happen tonight either.
I'm just going to find something cheerful to read, blame Monday, and be done with it.
I dreamt I was standing on this dark green metal bridge in London. I don't know why I'm sure it's London, since I've never been there (maybe my mind was just making an easy joke based on the fact that it was chilly and raining). In the dream everything was going wrong; all the people I cared about were dead or had abandoned me and I'd finally just decided, 'hell with it'.
Someone was trying to talk me down, but I have no idea who. All I know was that I didn't listen for a long time, and then I started to turn back toward whoever was talking to me and my foot slipped and I woke up.
It makes no sense. As I said, never been to London. And I'm scared of heights; if I was going to kill myself no way I'd do it by jumping off a bridge. Talk about adding insult to injury.
But I've still had to deal with this all day--
Logic: It didn't mean anything; just forget it.
Superstition: What if it was trying to warn you somehow?
Logic: Do not be ridiculous.
Superstition: Maybe it was predicting your death.
Logic: Would you shut up?
Tomorrow I'll probably laugh about all this-- provided I don't have another freaky dream-- but right now, just . . . yeah.
I need to actually write something, instead of typing out a few notes and then staring at the computer screen in a state of utter uselessness. But, doesn't look like that's going to happen tonight either.
I'm just going to find something cheerful to read, blame Monday, and be done with it.