Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dreams. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Fucking Mumbling

I was at my computer. My friend told me that I could download an application on the computer that would allow me to go back in time and stop all time from happening at that particular time. When the application finished downloading, I saw odd number intervals like '7' and '13'. I wondered why there wasn't 9, or 11. These were the dates I could go back in time with. I had tons of mad sex with this one porn star, except in the end, I couldn't finish because she told me something I can't remember. Somehow, I went back into normal time cause I was afraid. I went to some school I never knew about, and the principal was evacuating the school to this upstairs room. There were moldy-like corpses in the theater area. For some reason, I realized that I killed them by stopping time. However, I met up with Ethan and Parker and they told me that they were leaving to a different area. It was some upstairs room with tons of people. People were mumbling about something called the 'Trial of Tears'.
"What happened?" I asked Ethan.
"People died because time was stopped, but their bodily processes kept on working." He said
"Then why are you alive?" I asked.
"Cause those people who died, their bodies started eating themselves to provide nutrition to the vitals." He explained.
"Why didn't you die?" I asked.
"Cause my body had enough nutrition to provide for a few days" He said.
I started to whisper in his ear. "I have to tell you something... I did this."
I don't remember him saying anything afterwards but he wasn't emotive about it. I remember hearing people talk about how the few who manipulated time would always die and come back to life the next year. I remember imageries of my photo folder on the computer that somehow held small thumbnails of a group of people I knew were the programmers.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

My New Dream

My new dream is a pretty practical, short-sighted one. My new dream is to live in my own apartment with someone great- a band mate, a best friend, or a lover. I'd prefer the latter. I'd like to live in this apartment and be free to create musical concoctions of greatness. I'd also like to be able to pay the bills with some sort of job, if I couldn't do it through music. I've been thinking about this scenario mainly because I had my house to myself for a week. What was it like to take care of a home on your own? What kind of freedoms would I have? I just want to live and breathe on my own.


Thursday, July 17, 2008

Characters

I had a reoccurring dream character show up again last night, probably for the 12th or so time. She was originally a real person and is, in a way, still a real person. In my eyes, however, she was nothing but a delusion. I wonder why, after totally forgetting about her on a conscious level does she keeps reappearing in my dreams? Life needs to fuck off for little while...