|for pete's sake
||[Aug. 28th, 2004|12:02 pm]
so i got a new pair of frames for my ever decreasing eyesight. every time i go to the optomotrist, i need a stronger prescription, ill be blind before im thirty...let's hope not. anyways, they are freakin sexy! i love the ones i have of course, the leopard print...they define me so well... so i'll be super rad for europe. wow, i really have nothing to talk about, i just felt like passing time. sigh.
the strangest thing though, for the past 5 years i haven't been able to remember my dreams, and recently every nite i can recall them. they aren't tyrpical fly by nite dreams, like i literally wake up at 4am questioning and second guessing. i really can't tell whether or not they happened, and it freaks me out. why now, why 5 years? what am i doing differenlty that all of a sudden i can recall images in my mind, like flash motion. for examply, last nite's dream:
on a rooftop with bernie and a couple of girlfriends. it's hot out, thick, almost sticky. i remember trying to wipe off the sweat, running my hand over my back and there are these tiny gummy balls (like tiny boogers)...they end up being inch worms. im covered in fucking inch worms, you know, the ones that are practically clear. all i remeber (many missing details in between), is looking over to bernie, and he's hunched over, knees bent to the ground looking at his camera and this giant cockroach beetle thing is crawling all over his hands, into his shirt sleeve and out again. it doesn't even fase him. it was so disgusting, wanted to vomit in my fucking dream. next thing i flip my hair over, bending down, and run my hands through my hair and shake...tiny little worms are scattering about from my head. seriously, the realistic experience of these events has left physical reactions...i seriously was mortified. i woke up queezy and immediately showered.