what craziness dream will do to a person. they aren't even real, yet we just have to tell people about them when a cool one happens (and usually sounds retarded to the person hearing about it), or we try our ever so hardest to remember the ones that seem to fade more and more the longer we are awake. we even try and hold on to those amazing ones by fooling ourselves into staying in bed and getting back to sleep. are our lives that lackluster that we live for some imaginary movie that we have no control over. understand that i'm not knocking dreams because i live for them as well. its just interesting that granted most of us will never go on a shooting rampage with a fatty sniper rifle, killing all the baddies and winning the girl, there is beauty surrounding us at every turn and myriad events that go on in a lifetime, yet we still get excited for the most random things while we sleep. we need to realize that our lives will never be a movie, not even a direct to dvd movie. at best, we are the extras in the background, walking around, with no place to go.
the reason i bring all these mumblings up is because i had the strangest dream last night. the dream had my mom, me, kristianne from school, and some other random peeps that i can't remember now. i know it was a very good dream, but i can't remember specifics. however, i've been thinking about it all morning, trying to force my awful memory to work, but its not.
on a few worse notes, its been heat wave central here the last few days. cloudy, but really hot. i miss all that rain we had been getting so much of. and i'm sitting here at work knowing that i have to pull a paper out of my butt before i leave tonight. i hate things right now. so much pressure to go along with so much procrastination.
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