2006-10-12

It was a little house resembling a large shack or garage. White, with a sandbox attached to the side of it. To the left of the door and above that was a window. I am in the house and I am looking around I see two girls with long curly brown hair. They never turn around but I know who they are. I am being avoided. There is a post it note on the fridge. Tells me everything. I mention it and bring it up. I am then kicked out of this shack. He goes into the sandbox and grabs a gun, tells his friend to grab a gun and 'shoot the bitch'. I am running up a hill and there is one tree I am trying to manuever around. It somewhat moves with me but gives up when I notice there are about 300 people running with me. The one I notice the most is a small girl. She is a little slower so I make sure I stand behind her so she is sheltered from any bullets. I then get to the end of the field where it resembles a place I've seen in many dreams and it is almost a labrynthe. I climb up what reminds me of a mansion in spain somewhere. Then it takes me into a little city where I am walking and I feel like everyone wants to harm me. People are 'hungry' for somthing it seems. Something from me. In the dreams which I have had this part in I forget my shoes and some guy from inside the building brings them to me. This happens again. I walk back into the building and everything in this apt is brown and streaks of something looking like shit is all over the walls vertically and I see a bed in the dining room. It's unsheeted and yellowed and it has something written on it in what looks to be by method of burning. My mind had something translated for what the gibberish said but I can't remember now. I move on to the next room. To the left there is the same window I saw in the shack and I look to the right and there is two small adults. They should be bigger but they are not and they are dancing to what sounds like a mmusic box and they are unaware of my presence and they are black and white and the rest of the room is this yellow shit streaked walls. I look back at the bed with the message and I look at them and each time I do this they get smaller everytime I look back until they are both gone and I am in the room alone. I look back at the bed and the message is gone.
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After work today I went downtown to see my mom. As I was going to my bus stop after I was turning right on to richmond from horton and I seen this old man standing beside a cement pole. He was staring at me so i knew he would say something. He did (drunk in any case) not say what I had expected. 'Excuse me, could you help me with something?' 'whats that?' I said. He pointed to a billboard on the sign behind us. He said 'what does that sign say?' I read it back to him 'Single?, Lonely?, Walking?'. He then replied 'Oh thank god I thought I was going crazy!!' and walked away.
Me too buddy, me too.
About 12 steps later an old woman picks up a penny off the ground.
Something is going on. What is going on? No matter. I am feeling good.

I guess the 3 of us needed a little something today.

Katrina at 2:41 AM

2006-10-12

It was a little house resembling a large shack or garage. White, with a sandbox attached to the side of it. To the left of the door and above that was a window. I am in the house and I am looking around I see two girls with long curly brown hair. They never turn around but I know who they are. I am being avoided. There is a post it note on the fridge. Tells me everything. I mention it and bring it up. I am then kicked out of this shack. He goes into the sandbox and grabs a gun, tells his friend to grab a gun and 'shoot the bitch'. I am running up a hill and there is one tree I am trying to manuever around. It somewhat moves with me but gives up when I notice there are about 300 people running with me. The one I notice the most is a small girl. She is a little slower so I make sure I stand behind her so she is sheltered from any bullets. I then get to the end of the field where it resembles a place I've seen in many dreams and it is almost a labrynthe. I climb up what reminds me of a mansion in spain somewhere. Then it takes me into a little city where I am walking and I feel like everyone wants to harm me. People are 'hungry' for somthing it seems. Something from me. In the dreams which I have had this part in I forget my shoes and some guy from inside the building brings them to me. This happens again. I walk back into the building and everything in this apt is brown and streaks of something looking like shit is all over the walls vertically and I see a bed in the dining room. It's unsheeted and yellowed and it has something written on it in what looks to be by method of burning. My mind had something translated for what the gibberish said but I can't remember now. I move on to the next room. To the left there is the same window I saw in the shack and I look to the right and there is two small adults. They should be bigger but they are not and they are dancing to what sounds like a mmusic box and they are unaware of my presence and they are black and white and the rest of the room is this yellow shit streaked walls. I look back at the bed with the message and I look at them and each time I do this they get smaller everytime I look back until they are both gone and I am in the room alone. I look back at the bed and the message is gone.
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After work today I went downtown to see my mom. As I was going to my bus stop after I was turning right on to richmond from horton and I seen this old man standing beside a cement pole. He was staring at me so i knew he would say something. He did (drunk in any case) not say what I had expected. 'Excuse me, could you help me with something?' 'whats that?' I said. He pointed to a billboard on the sign behind us. He said 'what does that sign say?' I read it back to him 'Single?, Lonely?, Walking?'. He then replied 'Oh thank god I thought I was going crazy!!' and walked away.
Me too buddy, me too.
About 12 steps later an old woman picks up a penny off the ground.
Something is going on. What is going on? No matter. I am feeling good.

I guess the 3 of us needed a little something today.

Katrina at 2:41 AM