Saturday, 9 February 2013
12:45:50 PM (GMT)
I had a dream I was someone else.
I had a dream I was someone else with a different face and a different life, and when
I woke up I wanted to go back.
I was a completely different person, a girl with large, deep-set eyes, and a thin,
straight nose, and perfect lips; my hair was bleach-blonde, white blonde, and shaved
at the sides. My face was more angular, and my hair was hard to explain because of
course it was a dream so my hair was unrealistically versatile. And then, I was a
bit shorter, (short enough to wear platforms. fuckyeah.) and much thinner. And.. I
was in a place that was my house in the dream, it was big and looked like a
germaphobe with OCD had cleaned it. (But not me.) And I was in my bedroom, (yeah, I
actually had a bedroom), and I was packing clothing and things, (I had so many
amazing clothes) and I barely cared which things I brought because they were all
equally amazing, so I just packed quickly and then hurried downstairs; I did a car
ride, plane ride, it a fraction of a second, then I was in a place, which was an art
school. I was to share a room with several girls and our room was like a loft that
overlooked a bigger room where other girls were. And I went upstairs, and started
putting my things away, and I met some of the other girls who immediately liked me,
and we laughed about things and it was fun. The next day we went driving and we
shared flavored cigarettes and showed each other our sketchbooks and talked about
art, (not just drawing art, by the way, but theatrical and writing and sculptures and
music and everything), and everything was perfect and fun. My voice sounded
different. I had a weird amount of confidence, so much that I smiled at everyone and
didn't even pay attention if they smiled back. Why is this not reality?
It was so much better than reality.
The only thing that remained bad was that Wyatt and I weren't 100% on-good-terms in
the dream and I don't know about real life because every time I try to talk to him,
everything goes wrong.
I'm pretty sure in the dream I could speak German and play guitar better and I'm
pretty sure my body actually moved where I wanted it to so I wasn't awkward and
didn't randomly fall down and crash into things like I do now.
And I had an iPhone but whatever.
So yeah, why is this not reality?