you've broken a feather.

You and I cry,
but the sun is still in the sky
& shining above you.
Let me hear you sing once more-
like you did before.
Sing a new song.



Damn dreams. >:O
Seriously, what the fuckkkkk. D:
3 days in a row of absolutely sick, unwanted, random dreams I've had while sleeping. Wanna know? Here they are~

Day 1: I'm on a train, in a very confined, dark compartment pressed up against several strangers, most of whom are grown people, all in the same cart. A particular man who sits next to me has long scraggly, poorly kept hair and is shirtless. Suddenly, he moves his hand across my lap, his palm against my right thigh, fingers digging into my skin. I attempt to push his arm away, but he retorts with merely grabbing my hand and holding it as if we were a couple. As I turn to him, the train comes to a halt and he rushes off, with my hand still in his, pulling me with him, jumping off from the nearest exit. We land in the ocean, about 100 feet from the shore, and the tide is extremely low. From behind us I find swimming our way....Reggie?! Fortunately, despite the randomness of it, REGGIE comes and saves me from the odd man, who was apparently planning to rape me?!
Go Reggie ^^

Day 2: We were sitting together on an....exercise machine? Once again, randomness. I have my legs on either side of the cold, white, metal bar, keeping my balance. He asks if he can. Can do what, you ask? Let's just say, I dreamt I lost my virginity to him. -_- But I don't want to, trust me.
And I'd rather not specify who he is.

Day 3: Though I don't remember quite clearly, if I had to make a guess, we were vacationing in Atlantic City. We, as in my friends and I. For this dream, I'll use pseudonyms for the two main people involved in it, cause I don't think they want to be displayed as how they were in my head -_- I'm walking through a rundown town, graffiti on any space available, when out of the blue is a bar/cafe type building, which [thanks to ANNA- not a pseudonym :P] is Alice in Wonderland themed. There are mushrooms and a hookah bar..and the walls are covered in images from the story. I have trouble deciding on which omelette I should order...
But that's just a random part of that dream. Later, when I'm back at the hotel we're staying at, SQUACK. [hahahaha, she chose the name xD] enters the room, with her belly quite convex and...what?! As if she's.....pregnant?! NOWAI. And somehow, Tiff [not a pseudonym either] tells me that SQUACK. and Jar are now in a relationship, and have been apparently ever since SQUACK. got pregnant. And considering that her stomach's already very obtuse, that must've been a while ago. This gets me more frustrated than concerned; the fact that they didn't tell me they were together! Two people I considered to be very good friends of mine can't even let me know when they're dating? And Jar was the guy who got SQUACK. pregnant, which was the reason they hooked up.
If you knew who those two people were, you might understand why I'd rather not have had that dream. -_-

Really, I don't choose my dreams. If you know me well enough, and have had a taste of the other dreams I must endure, you know they're crazy and disgusting at points, and I really wish I could just sleep in peace some days. There are some people I'd rather not imagine naked or having intercourse. Gah. Sleeping angers me now. I can't control them, and no Sam, they're not a "wish my heart makes." :\

...WOO. My camera just came! :)

Honey Honey - ABBA
^ more ABBA music, yay :D