ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alien Dreams Dear Diary, It is saturday night and I am still at home because I am grounded for my "evil" doings. Or my mistake for skipping school to see my boyfriend, getting caught, and being hated for lying to my mother. I'm sorry I lied. But I don't want to talk about it, I think about it often enough and I don't want to be sad again. I want to write a beautiful entry but it's unnerving because now I'm putting pressure on my fingertips to write something beautiful and then I'll want to chop off my hands because they won't be able to give me what I want. I want too much. I wish I didn't. I have a lot of thoughts and I just want to be able to seperate them. So even if this entry sucks major ass at least I will be able to write something and I can look back in the future while I have a laptop on my lap in Chicago drinking Dr. Pepper and thinking about Romeo. I don't want to think about moving and my pain. I will stop. I dreamt a dream last night. I can't remember exactly what it was about. I sleep on the 'rainbow' couch. I call it the rainbow couch because it has been bleacehd by the sun's rays and now is rainbow with colors. Blue. Pink. Purple. Very light of course. But it is suppose to be white because I think that's the way we bought it. But it's not like that anymore. I'm going to miss that couch because I think we are throwing it away when we move. We won't have a use for it anymore. Sad. Maybe we will put it up for sale in the garage. Maybe. Maybe then it will leave in some nice home and some kid will try to make stories out of it and jump on it when they aren't suppose to and they will never know it was once a white couch. And when they fall asleep to the slight glow of the television and they fall asleep into a dream. Maybe they will dream like me. I dreamt last night of sunsets and sunrises. I'm sure that's not the main gist of the entire dream but that's what I remember from it. I remember taking pictures. I remember the dream now. I remember it clearly. It's funny because I am looking to my right and looking at the orange captured in mid air on my shudders. It is very beautiful. It remind me of orange soda and cheetos. I remember in my dream it was of aliens. I remember spaceships and me being the only that saw them because I was taking pictures of the beautiful sunset. The sky was a dark dark deep royal blue outline in grape orange. It was beautiful. And I remember some litle alien creature crashing through my window. And I can see it's face but I can't remember what we talked about. Maybe Armagadden (sp?). It's funny...I think the entire dream was about Aliens and how they came to me because I could only see them because I was looking at a beautiful sunset only through my camera. But all I care about is the sunset. With care, May 7:40 p.m. - 2003-04-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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