Just had a nightmare but everyone's busy.
Honey isn't picking up his phone, Glenn's at work, Vanessa's at attachment, Sya's probably out having fun somewhere.
I'm all alone again.
Dreamt that I was in this hostel-like event where my whole choir was, and I wanted to take a shower. Suddenly this unknown creepy guy (whom, I think, looked a bit like Edgar Allan Poe) came into the bathroom and stood there, refusing to move. I begged Honey to ask him to leave so I could shower, but Honey ignored me and joined the rest of the choir in cheering for something outside the window. It may have been some sort of kite-flying event.
I was upset, and went around looking for another bathroom, only to be followed by the creepy guy, who planted himself at the other bathroom too. Exasperated, I gave up on the idea of showering and joined the others.
The next thing I knew, Honey grabbed me and ran. I asked him where we were going, and he said, "to the ocean," and continued running. He said that we were going to stay in the water for a while until the "whole thing blew over", whatever it was. He suddenly stopped to stab a man repeatedly on the sidewalk, and laughed while he pulled me along and continued running towards the ocean. We ran and ran, and I remember being stupefied that he stabbed a man, and when I asked him why, he said it was for fun.
We ran and ran until we reached the water, and I had a float around me. We bobbed up and down on the surface, waiting for the days to pass.
Strange that I had such a dream. I felt rather depressed after.
Anyway, out with Glenn yesterday, I made a spontaneous decision to buy a book by Edgar Allan Poe. It was rather cheaply priced at $4.80, so what the heck, I gave it a shot. It seemed interesting enough, titled "Spirits of the Dead: tales and poems". I did some research on the author himself, and he looked a bit pained in all of his portraits, although displaying a rather trademark smirk at every sitting.
I opened the book last night, and fell instantly in love. I don't know what it is about classic literature, but I enjoy every moment of it. This morning, after listening to the ringing-tone of Honey's phone for too long, I picked up the book again, and read a poem.
It spoke to me.
"I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known."
Honey isn't picking up his phone, Glenn's at work, Vanessa's at attachment, Sya's probably out having fun somewhere.
I'm all alone again.
Dreamt that I was in this hostel-like event where my whole choir was, and I wanted to take a shower. Suddenly this unknown creepy guy (whom, I think, looked a bit like Edgar Allan Poe) came into the bathroom and stood there, refusing to move. I begged Honey to ask him to leave so I could shower, but Honey ignored me and joined the rest of the choir in cheering for something outside the window. It may have been some sort of kite-flying event.
I was upset, and went around looking for another bathroom, only to be followed by the creepy guy, who planted himself at the other bathroom too. Exasperated, I gave up on the idea of showering and joined the others.
The next thing I knew, Honey grabbed me and ran. I asked him where we were going, and he said, "to the ocean," and continued running. He said that we were going to stay in the water for a while until the "whole thing blew over", whatever it was. He suddenly stopped to stab a man repeatedly on the sidewalk, and laughed while he pulled me along and continued running towards the ocean. We ran and ran, and I remember being stupefied that he stabbed a man, and when I asked him why, he said it was for fun.
We ran and ran until we reached the water, and I had a float around me. We bobbed up and down on the surface, waiting for the days to pass.
Strange that I had such a dream. I felt rather depressed after.
Anyway, out with Glenn yesterday, I made a spontaneous decision to buy a book by Edgar Allan Poe. It was rather cheaply priced at $4.80, so what the heck, I gave it a shot. It seemed interesting enough, titled "Spirits of the Dead: tales and poems". I did some research on the author himself, and he looked a bit pained in all of his portraits, although displaying a rather trademark smirk at every sitting.
I opened the book last night, and fell instantly in love. I don't know what it is about classic literature, but I enjoy every moment of it. This morning, after listening to the ringing-tone of Honey's phone for too long, I picked up the book again, and read a poem.
It spoke to me.
"I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known."
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