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So I woke up to an odd dream that I remember brief things. I know I was on roller skates. I was going down Mack Boulevard (towards home) and I was being chased.
However the being chased and the starting point kept changing. Not sure if it was cause I was restless at the notion of the dream realizing it was a dream or not. But what’s odd was there were two kids chasing me. One seemed to be either on foot or bike, think it was bike. The other was in a car, but neither were going really fast to get ahead unless that was the tease. Who knows. But when they did finally catch up, which they did, I was stabbed or held down with a knife at my throat ready to be sliced. One point I was, and then it started all over again. Sort of like a looped dream sequence, as if I could change it.
Really odd and somewhat disturbing.
I adored the cute laugh he had when he was happy. He’d spend hours and hours in the dirt driving his trucks around loading rocks. Those were the fun times and now their just faint memories.
I have made my mistakes but so have you, we are not perfect, no one is. But the grudge you hold so deeply is ruining the threads that hold us together. I don’t understand why you insist on damaging the essence of me, the unconditional love a mother has for her child. You destroy everything around you when your not put on a pedestal. You act as if your the constant victim and feed on your need for everyone to feel pity for you. Yet refusing to acknowledge your own crimes and the victims you physically & emotionally hurt. Your actions cut to the very soul.
It’s sad your so young and yet so angry. It seems for you to function in society you have to manipulate people and lie. That tells me you can’t handle the truth of yourself. What you don’t realize is to those who know the truth of you, your truly seen as an individual who can not be trusted and the more you choose to manipulate people will start to turn their backs on you.
Occasionally I will have the odd dream and only remember the fragments of it. Those bits and pieces, sadly don’t make a understandable picture either, just more confusion at best. The other day I awoke remembering some brief oddities of a dream and as I thought about them, they were just rather odd. Like it could be reality yet I know deep down it wouldn’t ever happen like that.
Sadly at this point since I’ve waited to long to even write or think about it, I don’t vaguely remember what it was.
There is no end, no walls, just silence and darkness. What light had once illuminated her world has now diminished and she stands in utter chaos. The strings vibrate delicately around her as the sounds emanate from everywhere.
In her world, there are no bounds. We can not see into her world.