I just woke up from about 3 dreams. The first one, I was at a party. All my friends were there, but I was trying to find somebody. I couldn’t remember who. At the party my friend gives me a drink & after drinking it, I plummet to the floor. After everything cut to black, I was in a place I’ve never seen before. It was a city, but it was devoid of litter & graffiti. It was a perfect city. I check my phone (since it is my totem) & I noticed that I had a text from somebody. The name was not shown, only the phone number. The streets were filled with people I’ve only met once or people that I hardly/use to talk to. Among the crowd was my best friend for 11 years. Anyways, the text told me I was to go somewhere. Texas, I think it was. I dunno why. So I go to this part of town where there were fireworks. They lit the whole city. It was extravagant. By that time, I had forgotten who I was supposed to meet. After one firework explosion, I found myself in an even stranger place. It was a park. Everyone was there. Then I came to realize that the person I was looking for was *******. I remembered that in each of those dreams, that person wasn’t there. That’s when I woke up…
This is seriously the most vivid dream I’ve ever had since my holocaust dream. I wonder if any of this means something…
This week has been a bad one. I didn’t like it one bit. The only awesome day was Sunday, & that was Disneyland day with the O-kids. Ugh, I dunno where to begin. This whole week consisted of Wednesdays. And if you didn’t know, Wednesdays are always bad days…at least for me, they always are.
Everything just sorta turned upside down on Monday. I was excited at first: last week of summer school & like before, I at least had Tuesday & Thursday to look forward to. But Monday was terrible beyond all belief. I’ve come to realize a few things & that affected me greatly. Since then, I knew I’d be in for one helluva week. Then there was Tuesday. I was trying to recuperate, but my mind was eating away all the sanity I had left. Wednesday, I went insane. I was in hysterics. It’s never hard for me to just put a mask on & just be my happy lackadaisical self around others, but once I got home, I lost it. I was in hysterics. No one was home either. And I’mma be honest here, it’s been forever since I cried myself to sleep. Worst of all, I only slept for about an hour. Thursday. Not so great. Practice sure as hell made things better. Of course, I was wearing my mask again.
Today isn’t any different. Home alone again, just like Wednesday. I know I won’t be able to make it through these next two weeks of no summer school or Tuesday/Thursday night rehearsals. Worst of all, my parents are arguing again. Every night, almost. It’s nothing serious, but I’d rather have ‘em not say anything to each other at all than to bicker. I dunno whether or not their marriage is a failure (about two times did they consider divorce), but they’ve never shown my brother & I why they stuck together for so long & still do. But usually, well, most of the time, they’re happiest when they’re together, so I guess it’s a success after all.
There’s still a number of things I have to get off my chest:
This shirt (it’s like a savanna up in this club).
I need to talk to a number of people.
There’s something keeping me from talking to these people, so I’mma have to overcome that barrier.
I know some of y’all might not have seen the movie yet but anyways, some friends of mine told me that (I’ll just make this somewhat irrelevant so if you’re eyes do happen to catch this, you’d still have no idea what I’m talking about) after the end credits, 39-8-92 2-18 90 He-69 22-15 8-23-68.
Now, if you have no idea how to decipher that, consult your periodic table. Use the chemical symbols & atomic numbers. A bit crude, but it somewhat sounds like the message I’m trying to convey.