This applies to EVERYONE: I started this thing to put down how I feel about things at a certain time. When I want to talk, but feel like I can't. It's really just that simple. If you don't like it, I'm sorry. I'm not out to make anyone feel like they're being put down. If you feel that way, there must be some truth in what I'm saying.

6/24/2004

I had a dream last night.

I was with Amanda and we were swimming in her front yard, but her entire front yard was something like sewer water. Her trailer sat on a block of concrete, and was two stories. We were both naked, and as we were outside there were these odd creatures that had the skintone of stone but they moved, almost as if they used their skin color to hide out in the open, looking like garden ornaments.

Anyway, we eventually ended up inside, where I'm running around their house naked, in front of Amanda's mother as well, looking for a towel so I can take a shower. As I'm doing so, Amanda finds some audio tape left by Steve S. along with some note proclaiming his undying love for her. This note also comes with a picture of his new girlfriend. They both laugh about it, and I never figure out where the towel is because they're too busy talking about Steve. So I just stand there holding my nuts until I just decide to take a shower and put my clothes on without drying off, but I couldn't find my clothes.
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