in dreams, emotions are overwhelming.

i had a dream where things kept going from perfect to regular. regular to perfect.
and i was walking home with all my favorite things in my arms.
my amanda palmer poster that she signed. my h&m pants. love letters from the past. journals. photographs. etc. and i was crossing the street. and when i tried to jump up on the curb, everything i had fell into the sewer gutter. but i was still barely holding on. and i knew that if i tried to grab one thing, i would lose everything. and i kept thinking i could save it. it was like a toilet flushing.....

i have the strangest dreams.




so quiet, they could hear each other's thinking