Eh...terribly, terribly sucky.
Gee, I wonder how I caught it..I've been taking to many naps in the cold, air-conditioned living room.
I take naps way too much..
Anyways, I have had a lot of dreams lately.
There are so much! And they're all getting mixed up!
I usually write them down, but now I don't even know what to write.
They're all jumbled up. And pretty unexplainable.
There was something about a girl in a tree house today. And some strange necklace and everything was glowing and bright but I have no idea what was going on.
Let's see..There was a dream with some Korean boys at some part-time job I had..and then my friend, brother, and I were going to be famous so we had to run around a field??
Hrmmm...
Oh Yeah!!!
There was one where I was living in a house with some strangers, all around my age. We were all so different but got along so great.
We found out later that we were dead and given a chance to figure out how and why. So we were dead but alive somehow. It was nice. I remember we each found out and decided to go seperate ways. I stayed with this one guy though.
I have way too many dreams and its a little selfish, in a way.
So I'll share them with all of you.
Here, some lyrics to a song that makes me want to dream..
Pink Floyd- Nobody Home
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of s**t on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone
"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)
There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots.
I've got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on.
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of s**t on the T.V. to choose from.
I've got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
And amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I've got a silver spoon on a chain.
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone
"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)
There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots.
---update--
Ahh! I'm crying! I'm crying..
because I keep adding my own meanings..
And every song I hear is making me sad..even the one's without lyrics.
And none of you can help me. No one has even read this.
This'll pass soon enough, though..
But for now, I have tears in my eyes...
