2001-10-17 - 1:24 a.m. - new songs bad dreams
i wooke up this morning on time to get to class in the middle of a beautiful dream involving sleeping next to someone (her curly hair was long and soft). i woke up for a moment and thought, "i could go to geology and lose this dream, or i can sleep a few more minutes, try to wake up again, and maybe let the dream finish and then go to class. I went back to sleep and the dream became a nightmare. ghosts in the room. everywhere. it was like, when i woke up i had left the dream-bed, and then when i fell asleep i walked back into the room. and i started to lay down and the girl whose face i couldn't see said: "you don't want to be here, there are ghosts all over." "Why don't you leave?" "They won't let me" and so i layed down beside her and she pointed to the corner where a pile of books fell over and began walking across the room. then the window kept opening and shutting.i woke up and felt incredibly freaked the fuck out. i looked aorund the room and felt as if it had all really happened. i was afraid to get out of bed so i fell back asleep (because nothing can hurt us in our sleep, right?) and then i woke up at 10 having missed both of my morning classes.
such a wierd fucking morning. and this is only the second dream i can remember in the last 4 years. the other one involved being in familiar surroundings where a girl who was fmiliar, but who i didn't know, had hung herself. why do i only remember the bad dreams.
anyway. music is getting better and more beautiful, slowly but surely. i wrote a song for you and how i miss you and how everything changes and it sucks, ya know? but eveyrthing does have to change. and i guess thats what the song is about. me and matt are still trying to figure out what the music should sound like. im thinking otis redding. maybe a tinge of that song "Tender" by Blur. its coming. slowly.
and now to end, a brief quote from a guy quoting the ghetto boys: "fuck-a-war."
xoxo
listen to: French Me, Bunkbed Nights, Bob Dylan.
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