Sometimes my thoughts and dreams are so vivid it I scare myself.. I can focus on even the slightest detail, almost even feel it occurring. Breathing the tainted air into my lungs and exhaling.. It’s like I’m there, in that moment and it’s the only thing I can think to do.
No hesitation, no remorse, solitude, release.
Adrenaline rushing, coursing through my veins and seeping out my pores. Heart pounding, throbbing, nearly breaking through my thoracic cavity. Palms damp, nape beading sweat, eyes tracing back and forth- when? Now. Yes, go. A sigh of relief towards the end and the most peaceful sleep one could imagine..
I have spooky dreams, I am a spooky gal, and I’m totally fine with that.
I had a dream last night that I met Edward Furlong and the way I introduced myself was “You wanted the best, you got the best- the greatest movie in the world *cue music* DETROIT ROCK CITY.” ..no seriously, this was my dream.. And then he looked at me with disappointment and shook his head then laughed. “Nice to meet you.”
My day consisted of:
- Gym feat. extra cardio
- Long steamy shower
- Panera Bread
- Kitten snuggles
- iPhone upgrade
- Cruises blaring new Gaga
Now I’m spent and already prepared for bed. G’day.
Beer is good.
That’s all I have to say..