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[icon] white noise - and it breaks mon coeur qui bat
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Current Location:my bed
Subject:white noise
Time:04:15 pm
Humeur actuelle:adrenaline
Musique actuelle:box fan
about half an hour ago,
i was deep in sleep, deep in dream


i was in a store, a big one
watching a woman and her young daughter
the woman was rude crude
her daughter, barely old enough for kindergarten,
mimicked her words and actions.
i thought : just what the world needs--another bitch, brat
one day the girl would grow up to be an
even more horrible person than her mother.
and a mother worse than her own.
and so continues the cycle


i was outside on a road.
the sun was warm and the wind was calm.
beautiful, peaceful.
i looked at my phone, i had received a picture message.
when the picture opened, it was a landscape that seemed very familiar.
_where have i seen that... ?_ i wondered
i looked up
there it was.

i looked at the photo again in disbelief.
but it had changed to a different one, i could see a car.
similar to the one a few yards away from me, on the side of the road.
when i looked back at it, it was closer than before.
suddenly i was beside the car.
i opened the passenger side door and sat down to make sense of it.
i looked again at my screen and the image turned into a video.
with video comes sound, so i turned the volume louder
only to hear familiar voice. too familiar.
it was like mine, but not. a subconscious voice. almost dead.

i watched as the car began to roll, slowly at first then faster, towards the bottom of the hill.
this can.t be real. but it was. it is real.
my familiar artificial voice spoke with intensity words i fear :

_the time has come to stop
making excuses for yourself
for your faults
and stop judging others
the time has come to rise up and above and beyond
inside you rests so much power and potential
you cannot even imagine the possibilities
your existence is your choice
if you choose to ignore this fact you
choose to waste your potential
to waste your life..._

the words were speeding down the hill with me
i had to stop it.
i slid over into the driver.s seat and reached for the brakes but it was too late.
i opened the door--
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Time:2008-07-23 05:09 am (UTC)
I know this has nothing to do with your (amazing) dream, but your icon picture looks really creepy... kind of like an old lady who's on crack.
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Time:2008-07-23 09:25 am (UTC)
funny you should say that.
i was wearing a dress + holding a crack pipe in one hand, a bonnet in the other...
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Time:2008-07-24 05:13 am (UTC)
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Subject:Can't wait to get involved
Time:2011-04-12 07:41 pm (UTC)
Hey - I am certainly glad to discove this. Good job!
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Time:2011-11-02 12:50 am (UTC)
You were meant to blog. It has inspired me to start my own blog on barrie dentist

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