Lackadaisical Restlessness
When I worry, or think about things, my brow furrows, as if it were instinctual. I get this big–well, small, it’s only about half of an inch long–line running up my forehead from my left eyebrow. On any other day, this wouldn’t have bothered me in the slightest.
Today was ridiculous. Things just kept piling on up. Emotional dump day. Spiritual dump day. Physical dump day. Everything just makes me want to crawl under my covers and go back to sleep.
Well, if it weren’t for the whacked out dreams I’ve been having lately. I always have pretty wacky dreams, but these have been ridiculous.
Fish people who burn in the sunlight, endless hallways of people I know passing me by as if they don’t know me until Tesia stops and grabs me and asks me if I’m alright and I tell her I’m tired and she nods and hugs me I fall asleep, bikes going off cartoonish jumps from rooftop to rooftop; a church event where I have to take care of this homeless girl, who keeps saying random things like “that boy is ugly” or sings a secular song the preacher mentions, and different people try to help me control her, but I lose track of her, and spend the rest of the dream searching, and searching; tag with shotguns; I’m a cop, investigating a potential crime scene, and this hick comes after me for “mocking” him, and I hide and run. Later, I have to take off my man disguise and pretend to be making up after a fight with this random girl on the beach who saw my gun and screamed so that the crazy guy will pass us by and he won’t shoot me, and my consciousness ends up switching between the cop and the girl, but it felt right?, and then I had to save a giant goldfish in the ocean for her.
There were more, but are just too damn weird to mention. O_o
