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2001-02-26 || 12:21pm || royal pathway to the unconscious is paved with charm bracelets and razor blades || my boyfriend is having dreams of me being unfaithful. running out in the middle of the night. kissing boys and girls at parties. i do not know what that means. i have dreams of russian soldiers. drowning in the ocean, just yards from shore, where all i can see are other people's feet thrashing around. lost in a field with boyfriend teaching me how to play guitar and we're both really hungry. i think we are both scared. and in the daylight, lights on, heater on, stereo on, eyes open, dreams continue. i am sitting on his couch and there is an earthquake. i take a walk while he is writing and find a long staircase, at the bottom of which is a man with an umbrella and top hat. there is no cherry flavor in the slurpee machine at the 7-11. back in his apartment with no one else around for miles he sits on the couch with me and i put my head against his chest to hear that his heart is beating and he isn't dreaming after all and neither am i. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |