I've been lazy, so lazy. I promised to transcribe what I could of my dream and then post it. Well, I'm doing it now.
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I had this really weird dream where I was really good friends with two SGs. Nothing happened, just really good friends. Pictures of the three of us framed, goofy stuff I made for their place, one of them drew an illustration of me balding. It's the kind of picture I would respond to with a "fuck you, I am NOT balding." (I wasn't balding in the dream, either.)
One was blonde, the other was a brunette. The brunette had a son; she'd always refer to him as her family. The blonde used to live with her grandmother and hates her parents. I was let in on why after we had been friends for some time.
The brunette said that I had told someone the blonde's secret. (I hadn't.) Betraying her trust had caused the girls to not want to talk to me. The blonde wasn't in the room; occasionally I could see her in the background, out of focus. The brunette was the one doing the breaking up with me; betraying the blonde, compounded with our friendship taking up too much time and getting in the way of the brunette's time with her family, and caused the two of them to decide to cut me out of their lives. They had decided they would strongly prefer that I never spoke to either of them again. I was about to say something in my defense when I woke up. -
When I woke up, the first thing I wanted to do was go back to sleep and try to call up the dream, but I had to leave for work, but the way I felt in the dream lingered in my waking life. Have you ever had your heart broken in a dream?
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That's it. Still with my girlfriend if you're wondering. Three months, come Saturday. That's a milestone for a guy like me; most of my relationships terminate by now, but this one's going along quite well. She's a good kid. This dream troubles me still: if anyone knows a brunette SG with a son that lives with a blonde, but apparently not with the boy as well, I think I'd like to apologize to the both of them. They probably live in New York City.
I also had to ponder whether or not I'd had another precognitive dream; a great deal of my dreams have a fanciful element to them; something fantastic or impossible always happens. The mundane ones, where nothing otherworldly or impossible ever occurs, those are the ones I pay the closest attention too, because those often come true.
Well, that's all for now. I haven't been writing a poem a day, but I decided I want to catch up by doing some marathon piece, maybe a small epic? We'll see.
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I had this really weird dream where I was really good friends with two SGs. Nothing happened, just really good friends. Pictures of the three of us framed, goofy stuff I made for their place, one of them drew an illustration of me balding. It's the kind of picture I would respond to with a "fuck you, I am NOT balding." (I wasn't balding in the dream, either.)
One was blonde, the other was a brunette. The brunette had a son; she'd always refer to him as her family. The blonde used to live with her grandmother and hates her parents. I was let in on why after we had been friends for some time.
The brunette said that I had told someone the blonde's secret. (I hadn't.) Betraying her trust had caused the girls to not want to talk to me. The blonde wasn't in the room; occasionally I could see her in the background, out of focus. The brunette was the one doing the breaking up with me; betraying the blonde, compounded with our friendship taking up too much time and getting in the way of the brunette's time with her family, and caused the two of them to decide to cut me out of their lives. They had decided they would strongly prefer that I never spoke to either of them again. I was about to say something in my defense when I woke up. -
When I woke up, the first thing I wanted to do was go back to sleep and try to call up the dream, but I had to leave for work, but the way I felt in the dream lingered in my waking life. Have you ever had your heart broken in a dream?
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That's it. Still with my girlfriend if you're wondering. Three months, come Saturday. That's a milestone for a guy like me; most of my relationships terminate by now, but this one's going along quite well. She's a good kid. This dream troubles me still: if anyone knows a brunette SG with a son that lives with a blonde, but apparently not with the boy as well, I think I'd like to apologize to the both of them. They probably live in New York City.
I also had to ponder whether or not I'd had another precognitive dream; a great deal of my dreams have a fanciful element to them; something fantastic or impossible always happens. The mundane ones, where nothing otherworldly or impossible ever occurs, those are the ones I pay the closest attention too, because those often come true.
Well, that's all for now. I haven't been writing a poem a day, but I decided I want to catch up by doing some marathon piece, maybe a small epic? We'll see.
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And I totally hope that author doesn't really work at Time because I would seriously consider finding out who he is and writing the RUDEST letter to him.
x0!