Who we are
She runs.
She runs faster that she ever has, and she runs further than she has ever done. She paid no heed to her shoes giving up against the ground, being sent flying from the soles of her feet and she ignored the pain as she ran over rocks and the glass on the street.
She has to run. She must run.
But she's not running hard enough.
Stupid freakin’ dream
I am so, so pissed off.
I had the most amazing dream. That unknown young man in my dreams, who always end up looking like a Paul McDermott lookalike (The last two crushes I had looked amazingly like him). Well, he was in my dreams, and there I'd met him at a function. Evidently we knew each other and were talking. I was, admittedly, flirting with him despite knowing he had a girlfriend. And hey, he was flirting back with me.
The function was being held at this upscale hotel, and we had rooms there. He'd asked me to go on a walk with him, and we did, strolling around the lobby and out onto the beach there (it was vaguely similar to The Empire hotel here in Brunei). There I admitted I was (more than a little) attracted to him, and then he had a simple charming smile and admitted the same to me.
Then he gave me an amethyst necklace, and told me he was going to leave his current girlfriend for me.
And at that point, I woke up. And noooooo. That didn't end there. I woke up wondering whether or not it was just a dream, and somehow drifted off again thinking the same thing. And in my next dream, there you go, I found the necklace hanging around my neck. Assuring me that I didn't just dream the whole thing up. Hur hur.
Long story short, I went through a series of waking up and drifting off again, always positive it was just a dream, only to happily find out it wasn't. Then, when I finally thought to myself, oh God this really isn't a dream...
I wake up and find out, without a doubt, that it really is a dream.
And that I really do have no one to call my own.
A follow-up from my Peter Pan dream!
A-yup. Dallie and I were talking about Peter Pan and what type of story lines we could come up with as a follow up to the book/movie, and I mentioned my Morbid Peter Pan dream to her. That, and Dallie's admirable perspective, inspired us to come up with a pretty good plot and I agreed to write the prologue to that story. And if Dallie's reading this... damnit woman! Where's the rest of the story you were supposed to work on? I didn't write out this prologue for nothing you know!
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Morbid Peter Pan
Stolen from my old blog because I didn't want the internet to get the munchies.
When Your Soul Is No Longer Your Own
My mind must be really twisted if it keeps on inserting this guy in my dreams. And the sad thing is, I've never seen him in real life! Curses!
[edit] Err, further evidence of a twisted mind: The first thing I do is complain I've never met him when the first thing I should have done was to say, "Why do I keep dreaming of this guy doing stuff like this to me?!"