Sunday, August 2, 2009

those dreams you remember in the corner of your eye:

A few shorts from last night, with edited portions because my fancies tend to embarrass me when my prefrontal cortex isn't paying attention.

-in a store buying lotto tickets for my uncles birthday. I was confused about the lines. It was vons/ a cheap licquer store and there were several lines. on for purchases, i had just left it one for lotto tickets, once you left that line you couldn't come back in the store. i cut in line with some one else.
white

in that store at ucsc. nevin and jessie were there. we were buying alcohol. maps. toy airplanes in packet you assemble in peices. coloring books. other things

-in berkeley. I guess it was my apartment. It was foggy. I was having breakfast in bed. the room only had one wall , but htere was a lighter colored room attatched to that. it was high and there were trees in a forest. sierra was there and i pointed out the window and said to her, its better if you're listening to of montreal. It might have been neutral milk hotel. or both. something happened. lets put an asterisk here and hope i come back later and remember what it goes to* I saw alex waking up in one of the beds. this was such a strange sight. it wasn't a dream memory of some one, it was too clear. like, real. and he also had a strange look on his face. it lasted such a short time.
green grey and red

-it was snowing. I was with alex tim and ryan. possibly going skiing. probably in a cabin somewhere. i was wearing lots of snow gear. another asterisk ** I had taken their car. I didn't tell them i was going. just disappeared. it was a souveneir shop. a crazy trip i would only take because i care too much and do things for other people. there was a woman with died hair. both pink and black. he found me. yelled at me for taking the car. things about trust. reminded me of my mom except my mom has to love me either way and i felt that he was just done. fed up of me being ridiculous, secretive, caring too much and too independent. i tried to explain but i don't like to make excuses so i just stopped. i couldn't figure out why i would have left without saying anything. 
dark

- buying that thing. with carly. you can't use that. old armenian guy in wifebeater/ ref. big white belly is all i rememebr.

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