dream and miserable day
Thursday, May. 27, 2004 - 21:22

Wish life made more sence, wish emotions were more the subject of logic and reality and less seeming whim of chance and random chemicals and memory.

I had a dream about her last night, that she was still alive. It wasn't as if it didn't happen... just... that she was still alive. In the dream, something happened, I freaked out and called 911. She ended up being fine and she got mad at me, because, in the dream, my worry was for nothing. I took a walk, then, around the block, that was mostly a blur. When I got back, our apartment had colapsed, she had died. Again.

It was a miserable day.

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