I have about a thousand half-finished entries. I'll start something and then just sort of give up on it. Maybe it's too angry. Maybe it's too sad. Maybe it sounds too much like poetry. Maybe it's too boring. Maybe it makes me sound like a fifteen-year-old girl. Whatever the reasons, you guys will probably never read them. Although, I have been meaning to try new things lately. Maybe I'll start posting everything I write. Of course, I might lose friends that way. Don't want to creep anyone out or anything.

Anyhow, I finally remembered a dream that wasn't a goddamned nightmare. Allow me to share...

Somehow, I had a cd burner installed in the dashboard of my car. So, Sammy and I decided to drive to Seattle to give Chris a burned copy of some Shins album. Sammy was driving, and I was in charge of burning cds. For whatever reason, he decided to stop at Carl's Jr. and get us some cokes. While he was in the Carl's Jr., I was looking around the neighborhood. There were about 20 kids sitting around, hanging out on the stairs leading to their apartments. I don't know where we were, but it definitely wasn't Yuma. All the kids were listening to some boring and unrecognizable top-40 type music. They were all quietly singing along, but they were obviously not enthusiastic about the song. Then, just as Sammy comes out of the Carl's Jr. with 2 medium cokes, crazy drum & bass music starts playing. All the kids got up and started dancing, and the whole dream briefly became a musical. Sammy and I watched them dance for a few minutes, and got back in the car. Shortly after that, we were in Seattle. We met Chris in a parking garage and gave him the cd. The end.

Yeah, I know. It is a little strange. But trust me, that was the most normal dream I have had in weeks. Of course, it was followed two nights later by another nightmare. I don't remember much, except that I was an African-American woman at a Greyhound bus station. I had a son who looked to be about four years old. We had luggage, and we're running away from something. Suddenly, a man appeared. I can only assume he was the boy's father. He grabbed the boy and tried to take him away. I started screaming and fighting him off, but I failed, and he got the kid and ran. Then, suddenly I wasn't this woman anymore. I was me, and I was at work. I received a ransom note for the boy, and took it to the police, confused as to why I was getting ransom notes. Then I woke up.

If I had all night, I'd keep talking about my dreams. I have an endless supply, and it's getting kind of old. If they could all be fanciful musicals, that'd be one thing. Unfortunately, the majority these days seem to involve violence, molestation, sickness, sadness and death. Oh yeah, and a fetus or two. Seriously.

I've got to get to bed. Wish me luck.

Audio: Beck - Little One

# posted by aja @ 11:54 PM