kept us awake with wolves teeth

i had strange nightmares last night. i woke up angry. it was a personal and physical anguish, the kind that makes you not want to go to sleep. but also the kind that makes you glad to be awake, after you get over the aggrivating feeling of being rejected by your crush.

i hate good happy dreams where you get everything you could have ever wanted or needed. if you drempt like that why would you ever want to wake up?

i hate getting everything you ever asked for only to find out that instead of saying " i want him to like me" you should have said " i want him to like me AND want me."

most people think that other peoples dreams are boring, not their aspirations, but the actual things that they remember seeing while they were asleep. i like dreams. i like analyzing my deams. i like hearing about the strange worlds that the mind will make up.

once i drempt that i was in a huge arcade and my friends were dressed up like wizards( like in rushmore) i was trying to keep huge stacks of cds from falling. stacks the size of smaall buildings, but people kept trying to make the stacks into a weird alien form of janga.

true story. chew on that for a while.