dear running in my sleep again diary,
there is nothing worse than kicking the wall- and i bet that is how these bruises keep appearing on my legs all the time. i kicked that bitch hard- but i was running away in my dream- trying to leave the scene of a very uncomfortable situation. in the beginning of the dream it was fine- it just got progressively worse until finally- it was time to bolt. i am usually pretty good at bolting- until i hit a wall. needless to say- that woke me up- but didn't stop me from sleeping- or dreaming- for that matter. soon i was back asleep and right back where i was- except i wasn't running anymore. now i was angry. now i was aimlessly searching for the bitches who made me uncomfortable enough to run. but they were nowhere to be found. i am a dream warrior princess. nobody fucks with me. i lost my purse. shit- how could that happen. it has everything in it- my library card- my country music cd cover- but not the cd- all my drawing pencils i write with- cuz i cant draw shit- my lip gloss- my smashbox liners- my lotion- thank goodness not my cellphone- and i couldn't even remember what else- all my worldly treasures- missing from myself. then i started running again- but this time to where i do not know- except this time i did not kick the wall again- my dream let me go. i ran after my purse- but i never did find it- i cried a lil- but i never had a big fit. i looked through the rental car trunk one more time- still i never found it- i gave up. so now i am awake- looking at my unlost purse- rubbing my sore legs- trying to see through the murky haze- of my peachy life. figuring out what dreams mean- man i don't have a clue- but i think the wall is him and i think my purse was you.
there is nothing worse than kicking the wall- and i bet that is how these bruises keep appearing on my legs all the time. i kicked that bitch hard- but i was running away in my dream- trying to leave the scene of a very uncomfortable situation. in the beginning of the dream it was fine- it just got progressively worse until finally- it was time to bolt. i am usually pretty good at bolting- until i hit a wall. needless to say- that woke me up- but didn't stop me from sleeping- or dreaming- for that matter. soon i was back asleep and right back where i was- except i wasn't running anymore. now i was angry. now i was aimlessly searching for the bitches who made me uncomfortable enough to run. but they were nowhere to be found. i am a dream warrior princess. nobody fucks with me. i lost my purse. shit- how could that happen. it has everything in it- my library card- my country music cd cover- but not the cd- all my drawing pencils i write with- cuz i cant draw shit- my lip gloss- my smashbox liners- my lotion- thank goodness not my cellphone- and i couldn't even remember what else- all my worldly treasures- missing from myself. then i started running again- but this time to where i do not know- except this time i did not kick the wall again- my dream let me go. i ran after my purse- but i never did find it- i cried a lil- but i never had a big fit. i looked through the rental car trunk one more time- still i never found it- i gave up. so now i am awake- looking at my unlost purse- rubbing my sore legs- trying to see through the murky haze- of my peachy life. figuring out what dreams mean- man i don't have a clue- but i think the wall is him and i think my purse was you.