angryanymore

angryanymore
2002-02-09 18:08:41 (UTC)

my dreams.

i had some weird dreams last nite... i woke up and wrote
about them... finally...

this is what i wrote...(excuse the choppy sentences these
are the writings of someone who just jumped out of bed on
to their futon and grabbed a pen and a sheet of paper)

"there was a family in a house... i felt like i was part of
the family. ... our house was in the middle of a lake.
there was a corpse in the middle of the lake... but no one
knew but the mom and the dad. it was a shallow lake... and
you could see red highlights when the sun hit the water...
and a tube...... he had tried to murder the family... and
the mom and the dad butchered him... but the corpse came
back as an attractive pale man... ((much like the guy with
the petals coming out of his wound in my previous
dream)) ... and the eldest daughter was taking a shower...
he appeared... and all i can vision... is them fucking...
and him coming from behind with a knife and killing her...
as a little girl with dark gold curls screams "sister...
sister" .... then it skipped to the mothers shop. a
grandfather bangs on the door... or window or something....
and he says to the mother , "the boys were impaled." and he
shatters on the floor into a million pieces of glass... but
theirs a replica of the grandfather on the floor in the
form of a christmas ornament... and it says..."they were
impaled" across it...

skipped dreams.

there are homosexuals walking up a set of old bleachers...
like at the old ballpark... and im one of them.... that's
walking, i mean. and this girl in front of me falls... and
this guy who's passing out samples of orchid deodorant
catches her ... and we keep walking... and suddenly... i'm
taking a shower with this shower gel... that's made by
panama jack... and is supposed to infuse your tan...
and ... i start bathing... and it leaves purple ani
difranco lyrics all over my feet and legs...

skips dream...

erika and i are at mooney's house... but mooney's is
erika's house in 1940... everything looks old personish...
there's this wall of old children's books on the wall out
side...and mooney's handwriting is underneath it... notes
of some kind... laurene is doing erika and my laundry in
the kitchen... erika lights a cigarette... and laurene
simply says in her funny words, "erika casey...... you know
that's bad for you..." i laugh... and walk out the deck..
and see everything as it was in 1940...batesville sucked.

...

i know that's weird... but i wanted to remember it...

i miss issac terribly... ...

found my prom dress at loralie.com ... it's like the first
prom dress you have to choose from... on the first section
page anyway... it's called golden girl... it's so pretty..
i really like it... i'm so glad i get to go with my best
friends little brother to public prom... we get to take the
GTO ... and it's going to be great... .. pp8 though...
*sigh* ... i don't know how fun that's going to be... mom
and dad seem to be paying for everything... and i'm still
unenthused.

oh goddy... i have to call isa.

later, alligators...

neeley