Calm

Calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath. I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea. I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean. I know that this is what you want, a funeral keeps both of us apart. You know that you are not alone. Need you like water in my lungs.

My turn for the weird dreams. So last night, I dreamt I was part of this tour. And we were touring this theme park, possibly Great America, and we were trying to sneak into the back or something. And there was ocean. Weird. And then so whoever was leading us (I don't remember who "us" was) made us camp out in this one building. So I hid beneath the blankets. Then Tintiangco came up to me, for some reason and asked me if I could get a copy of something about Kappa (random). So I said yes and proceeded to hide. Then someone knocked on the door and it was security. And the tour person was like trying to play it off. Crazy. That's all I remember, but what the fuck, it's so random.

So last night I fell asleep to Alias. Which is on channel 37. So I woke up in the middle of the night and my tv was off, but I purposely didn't put it on sleep, so I was like wtf. So I look at my cell phone to check the time just in case it was 3 in the morning (watch The Exorcism of Emily Rose, this is the unholy hour). It was 4. Which isn't 3 in any case. So, I turned on the TV because I was getting freaked out. And the movie that was on was The Craft. WTF, is someone playing a joke on me? And so I looked for something on...put it on Top Chef. Then I went back and realized that The Craft is on channel 41. WHAT??? Who's fuckin with me?

Or maybe I did it. But wtf? Wouldn't I remember that? I guess I got sick of the sound, maybe and turned the damn tv off. But see, my remote is busted you kinda gotta smack the shit out of it to get it to work. And that would have definitely woken me up and I would have remembered. So...I dunno.

My head. It's fuckin with me.

Time to fail my quiz (again). Wish me luck then hand me a tissue. Maybe a box of 'em. I hate failing and I hate failure.

But...I fit in my dickies again! BOOYEEZYYYYYYYY.