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1:14 p.m. || 06.28.04 || i'm not dead

i had this crazy dream last nite.

i was in a museum with... some people i knew well. could have been my parents, could have been friends - i can't remember. but the thing was, there were chinese and japanese people hunting us. they were hiding in the different exhibits, waiting for us to walk through so they could shoot us with arrows. we were currently in a safe room, but i was panicking like i was having a bad trip or something. some boy came into the safe room and said that the chinese hunters weren't so slick, since they didn't really hide, they just kinda stood around and waited. he told us to watch out for the japanese ones, though, they were tricky.

so, i keep looking around for scary japanese hunters with arrows ready to kill me.

i start walking through this hallway/exhibit that looks a little like the jungle. i'm walking slow, checking in all the fake greenery for shooters. i'm with, i think, wyatt and will and some other people. i end up in a room, maybe 8 by 6 feet wide, painted a dull white. will is with me, and there is a man in a grey suit talking to us.

he's telling us that will has a disease, a very serious disease that will eventually kill him and there are bad men looking for him - they want to kill him before the disease does. the man in the suit leaves and will is sent into hiding. my mission is to get medicine for will, keep the bad men off his track, and make sure no one finds out where will is hiding - all while evading any scary arrow-shooters.

i run through this club, and every time i get to a door, they're restricted so i think i can't get through them, but someone always appears and lets me through. apparently, i have some sort of power that lets me go through restricted doors. anyway, the whole time i'm running, because the bad men are allowed through these doors, too and are chasing me to try and stop me.

somehow, eventually, i get the medicine. it's in a navy blue, plastic pouch and inside is a peach colored liquid. the pouch says it can only keep him alive for three months. i start to cry, because i thought the medicine was like an antidote, but really it's just to prolong his life a little longer.

i start to search for will, and end up at my grandmother's old house in drexel hill. will is hiding in the garage. i don't get to give him the medicine or even see him, because something woke me up.

shit.

i dream about him every nite.

i'm sorry if i've been a shitty friend lately. i'm going through a lot of my own shit right now. i need some time.




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ok goodbye forreal - 01.13.05
bye bye mess. - 01.05.05
hmm - 01.05.05
and the rest of you SUCK - 01.04.05
y'all missed out - 01.03.05


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