Gateway of Dreams vol.4Welcome to Volume 4 of Gateway of Dreams! I bring you two dreams from last night (the night of December 15th 2010) that I remember.
I'm not entirely sure why this past month I've been remembering two dreams a night... but I suppose I'm not complaining. I really do enjoy remembering my dreams.
So, here you are, another look into my mind:
Christmas shopping at a cheap store. I wouldn't call it a dollar store, because it really isn't... it's more of a dollar and up store, mixed with a resale store of sorts. Anyways, I'm looking at something behind a shelf, and whatever was on the top shelf falls on me, twisting (or crushing, I'm not entirely sure) my wrist painfully. Then, two more of the same thing (they're large, long, and white) fall ontop of the first one. The man working there comes running over. Panicking about my well-being, and hospital visits. The lady says she'll call 9-1-1 for us.
I carefully pick up the things I'd been intending to purchase. I st
Gateway of Dreams vol.3Hello and welcome again to my Gateway of dreams series. I know it's been a while since anything's been posted... this is due to lack of internet. Anyways, today, I bring you two dreams. Both from last night (December 13th 2010) and both very raw and choppy, just like I dreamt them So, I hope you enjoy!
We're at an elderly lady's house, and we're supposed to be painting the walls and ceiling and whatnot. Sorry, I mean my dad and I are. But, for some reason, this other couple is very angry at us and about us being there fixing the house. I can't understand why. But, anyways, we're almost halfway done with one of the front bedrooms and the lady comes in, complaining and complaining and rambling on something about "premarital" and "sinner" and she keeps looking at me. I have no idea why, because I'm completely innocent and haven't done a thing of what she's accusing me. Finally, my dad leaves, and when I try to leave, I try reasoning with her (is it odd that this lady
Here Is My SecretHere is my secret, I'll never tell,
To get this far, I've gone through hell,
Here's my secret, I'll never say,
I want to be with you every day.
Here is my secret, I'll never speak,
If I'm alone, I'm emotionally weak.
There's nothing I want more,
Than to know what God has in store,
For me, for the rest of my days,
I hope you'll be there with me always.
Here is my wish, at forty-nine to midnight,
To be yours forever, it just feels right.
Here is my wish, though my lips are sealed.
To be yours always, every day praying; I've kneeled.
Here is my wish, I want to tell you,
To spend my life with you, I don't want someone new.
What else can I say to tell to you?
There is no one else, for me it's only you.
What more can I do to show to you?
I know this feeling I have, grows ever deeper for you.
What else can I feel,
This desire to hold you, is just too real.
Relentless Ramblings 2The Invisible Climatic Abyss...
The invisible climatic abyss is reaching out once again to take away my sanity as we ask about questions while screaming at the class retard to zip his yapper before dead ladybugs are shoved in. Terrible, heartless, evil and cruel teacher that allows for no time in doing our work while few aren't submitting to the mindless unity of doing worthless, brain cell wasting problems that won't be used in ever and an afternoon. To refuse to submit is my own form of conformity. Shouting again at the class retard who doesn't seem to understand that today is a waste of breath and flesh for him. Sit in an uncomfortable desk, trying against trying to not conform, listening to the droning of a sickened teacher whose voice causes my allergies to make me squeemish and pathetic chloroformed photosynthesis that makes my staple clothing article of the day to shine beautifully in spite of the lack of sun due to bipolar weather because we are Michigan.