Happy New Year.
Jan. 4th, 2004 09:19 pmI have not made any resolutions except to get to know you, my dear 'net pals better. And that had more to do with the fucked up dream I had last night that caused me to sleep for twelve hours until 2:45pm.
So I wish all of you a good year.
I want Steph to stop having wierd dreams that she's pregnant
I want Donielle to be happy.
I want Ruu to be happy (and to write Shadows of Fire but that's my selfish side.)
I want Kelly to get her ass over here so she can meet my mates
I want Donal to do well in his studies
I want Sonia to get in contact with me *waps her over the head*
I want Zal to be good again and visit me and to email me.
That's what I want.
Here's the dream.
In here!
I was on a plane and this guy was talking to me. I could only remember that he wore a white T-shirt, a black velvet blazer and blue jeans like most of the guys in Belfast do so I stopped and rubbed my head for no reason.
"This is not a dream" he said
"What the fuck is it, then?" He shrugged and I talked then. Rambled on and on about my friends and my overseas friends and my family. We talked for ages and I knew him somehow.
The plane went dark but I could still see this guy's face clearly and he said
"This isn't a dream."
"You told me that. What should I do?" I didn't know what I was talking about. This little girl ran down the aisle and I watched her for a second before she vanished.
"Get to know them. Broaden your horizions."
"So that's why I'm on the plane?"
"No, this is the wrong plane." He said and smiled. I understood in the way that people understand in dreams. Everything seemed utterly normal.
"Find out what books they love, the music they listen to, the way they feel about things that no one else seems to care about."
"Who? Who do I ask?"
"Those you love."
And then my mum woke me up.
So I wish all of you a good year.
I want Steph to stop having wierd dreams that she's pregnant
I want Donielle to be happy.
I want Ruu to be happy (and to write Shadows of Fire but that's my selfish side.)
I want Kelly to get her ass over here so she can meet my mates
I want Donal to do well in his studies
I want Sonia to get in contact with me *waps her over the head*
I want Zal to be good again and visit me and to email me.
That's what I want.
Here's the dream.
In here!
I was on a plane and this guy was talking to me. I could only remember that he wore a white T-shirt, a black velvet blazer and blue jeans like most of the guys in Belfast do so I stopped and rubbed my head for no reason.
"This is not a dream" he said
"What the fuck is it, then?" He shrugged and I talked then. Rambled on and on about my friends and my overseas friends and my family. We talked for ages and I knew him somehow.
The plane went dark but I could still see this guy's face clearly and he said
"This isn't a dream."
"You told me that. What should I do?" I didn't know what I was talking about. This little girl ran down the aisle and I watched her for a second before she vanished.
"Get to know them. Broaden your horizions."
"So that's why I'm on the plane?"
"No, this is the wrong plane." He said and smiled. I understood in the way that people understand in dreams. Everything seemed utterly normal.
"Find out what books they love, the music they listen to, the way they feel about things that no one else seems to care about."
"Who? Who do I ask?"
"Those you love."
And then my mum woke me up.
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Date: 2004-01-04 03:52 pm (UTC)Goddmammit D of course I'm the best!
Date: 2004-01-05 04:33 pm (UTC)