April 30, 2011

licence to remember what i know

dear in shock diary,

i suppose it will seem weird now, adjusting to the loss of a missing person at my work. i say suppose, even though i know it will be because i know myself and how i react to these types of situations. plus i know that they come in pairs or sets of threes, usually, and this could count as one. please dear Jesus in the sky, let this not count as one, but judging from the emptiness i feel and the hurt, it's gunna count. i think i may have saw this in my dream, the one i couldn't access, but i still can only get fragments of it. sometimes i am locked out for reasons i can not understand until it becomes painfully obvious to me how late it really is when the information is finally revealed to me. i'll never understand fully how it all works, but i'll never stop trying either. someday maybe an all access pass will arrive and i'll be able to dominate all dream content at any given time and possibly save lives, forecast weather, and predict the lottery numbers. i may even know when i'll have good hair days and stalkers in the courthouse.