To sleep, to sleep...perchance to dream

How many posts you really recon youll get tonight?

 

I opened the front door to see a tiny woman in green uniform, face hidden behind a huge parcel wrapped in colourful paper. A name badge let me know this little ladys name was "Kay".
"Maxi, is it?" she chimed, in that no doubt very much well practised im so happy to be here im almost orgasmic intonation people in this kind of work seem to adopt with pride.
"Yeah, thats me. Thank you."

I rushed inside with the parcel, excited, remembering that time when my boyfriend sent me roses (which, he really did, in real (waking?) life) My mum eyed the package with a smile, too.
"Open it, open it!..."
The paper fell off easily, to reveal...
A giant chocolate egg. Written on the chocolate, in pink letters, were the words "Guess who. Lots of love."
"Oh mum its from-insert boyfriends name here-Isnt it just lovely?"
"Oh it is"
But wait a minute...This text is in English. Yes, and the words dont sound like his, either...

Then a darkness descended upon the room, and a deep, mans voice boomed-"This egg is either from your father, your ex, or your boyfriend. You must decide which it is from"...

"Oh God, i dont KNOW. It could easily be the ex...but then my father would like to play this sort of trick, too...just to taunt us. What do i DO? I dont KNOW, i dont KNOW!...

 

lol you never know...
Frustrates the hell out of me when they just end like that...i think theyre messages im meant to work out while fully conscious, but hardly ever have time! This one i thing is telling me i need to tell the ex to stop bothering me, then block his phone number, forget my father who i havent seen since i was a child, and concentrate on my boyfriend and future. Although what that has to do with chocolate eggs i daresay ill never work out

Xx

 

:O wow, shocking i never saw it that way, really...
You really shouldnt tempt me with chocolate:S ill feel bad about myself for actually considering. For a few seconds, of course.

 

(Note:this post will be even more nonsensical than usual. Am currently battling with a terrible ear infection and partial deafness)

It wasnt ponies this time. It was elephants. Little elephanteaux, occupying a different neighbours lawn. I counted three through the window after waking at dawn.

And i knew what would happen, but couldnt stop myself from acting it out anyway, mechanically...
"Mum, have you seen those baby elephants on our neighbours lawn? We need to report that or talk to those people...you cant keep a wild animal like that"...
"I think they look cute", she countered, "Anyway, you have lots more important things to be bothering about"...

I stood, waiting expectantly...Any second now ill be magically transported to a different scene, with a different person...and I'll have to talk about my relationship and my new flat and the mortgage...
But i was surprised, when after a few seconds of silence, my mother said flatly
"You just going to stand there all day?"
I ran back upstairs to check on the elephants, and sure enough they were still there...but had now been dressed up in clothes. Two had somehow been fitted with green skirts, and t-shirts...the other with shorts, shirt and hat...
My God, I thought, the humiliation...

...What happened to humility?

 

lolyeah, ill have a mortgage by May...strange to think that. I was never a mortgage-type person...
But its all swept over me like a wave, and now i know its the right thing to do...and am really looking forward to it

The whole mistreated animal thing obviously has some significance which im still blind to.

Xx

 

Theft is honourable-Robin Hood

 

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N now i cant think of anything for "fall"

 

omg i actually have!:O Only once...but im not saying who it was!...

I made a really long post earlier called "Drugs and Ice", but i felt really uneasy after id posted it...like it was unlucky or something:S so i removed it

 

Yeah it was a dream about drugs and ice cream:S
N yeah, i had a forumer dream, few weeks back

 

There were needles everywhere...ew God i hate the thought of needles...maybe thats why i had to delete the post...so anyway i take it it was heroin or something. I dont even like the word needle:|

 

The room is tiny, black, square. The only light is let in through a crack in the door. Im a small boy, between the ages of 8 and 11, and im scared. I have funny floppy curtain hair. Im my boyfriend as a child.
Whats that?...a noise from outside. A womans face suddenly appears in the hole in the door. My mother again
"Dont think youre coming out of there, do you? Because youre not"...
She laughs then, and leaves. Ill be forever trapped in here, in the dark...

~~
Another scene: I am me again-Maxi. An adult me. I have just been given something...a big white envelope, which has been written all over in rainbow coloured felt tip pens. Inside are three items: a hand written poem, a letter, and a photograph.
The poem is scribbled in green, and is abstract. One ive never read before. It uses furniture and the way it is used as a metaphor for being worn away or broken down. The last line reads "The Russian rug being beaten by the table leg"...
I read the letter next. The usual things from my boyfriend, how the weather is over there, how hes feeling...but then something more. I begin to cry as i read. "And so you see, i have always felt trapped..." His little polaroid photographs look blurred as i pick them up, because of my tears. But i can see him...as a tiny boy with black hair...smiling...

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Forever trapped in here, in the dark...I bang my tiny fists on the door as i release deep, guttoral sobs. "Mama, let me out...please."
Suddenly the door is opened, the little cell-like room is flooded with light. I blink awkwardly, then raise my face slowly upwards. My mother is huge, and has a lions mane.
God...Feminitys huge. See Maxi, femininitys huge...

 

Heya...sorry have been busy making arrangements and applying for flight attendant jobs. I think i may go out to stay in Brittany for a while fresh air and the sight of the sea might do me good. How be you?

Xx

 

Darsham Dreams
This morning I walked into my Yoga class. It is a open room with a small 18 inch tall stage in the front of the class. Everyone laid their mats down and started stretching out. I could see that one of the women on the stage didn’t have much experience by the way she executed her moves, which put me at ease.
I laid down on my back and pulled my knees up to my chest, and stretched my arms up over my head. I bumped into the woman behind me. I turned to apologize. I recognized the woman as one of the women in the film “Darsham” I exclaimed “Darsham, you are the woman in the film about Amma, the woman who speeks 5 languages “Darsham”. I saw you in that movie ‘Darsham’.” She reached out and gave me a big hug. It caught me off balance. It was a sweet tender loving hug. Then I woke up, it‘s Friday afternoon.
She told me that she was in India and I explained that I was in California, USA. We smiled and were happy we met from across the sea.

 

A whippet?

 

Yes, a whippet...a little skinny dog...

God, id forgotten all about this thread! Seems like years ago...well, i might aswell share that today, before i woke...

I was running through the streets at night...in the road were squirrels, and lion cubs, which every now and then i would jump out and grab before a car ran them over. I came to a silver car, big family one....threw in a match....ran back down the street and waited for it to explode. Nothing happened. I was so angry, but only after id been awake for a few minutes and was walking to get my toast did i think "petrol"...

Doh