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Well the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think
And this train keep rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it's been uninvited
It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
So, I'm rattling the cage around this think tank
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely
But there'd be no percentages, and there'd be no proofs
And the sound upon the roof is only water
And the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
I am not the only dust my mother raised...
OK, for some reason I got up at like, 8:00 this morning... so I wandered around a bit and then went back to sleep... but I kept waking up and wondering why my alarm wasn't going off. Then it did... I let it beep once, I turned it off, and then tried to go back to sleep, but I woke up like, fifteen minutes later. So I give up! No unnecessary sleep for me. But boy, did I have a weird dream last night. I can't quite place exactly where it started, but it was long... and bizarrely complicated. I'll see what I can write down before I have to get dressed and go to class...
I was outside getting ready to practice for the high jump, and our coach was off to the side explaining that he had to take a sample of the styrofoam-ish stuff that covered the bungee cord to all the coaches of the other teams so they would know exactly what they'd have to deal with at the meet. Then I had to help one of my teammates set up the bar, but when we got up next to it, it was like at my nose, and it was more like a clothesline... and there was no mat behind it. We were basically I guess sort of tying up this clothesline, and on my half there was this hammock in the middle, and I vaguely wondered why there would be a hammock in the middle of the bar, but I didn't really give it any more thought. My teammate kept telling me how the coach wanted it tied up, but it didn't really make sense to me because there were too many strings coming out of it, and it was only half a hammock and it hung crookedly. I kept looking around for a different one, but I couldn't get the one I found down, so I sort of gave up. Next thing I remember, I'm in this shop with my mom looking for after-Christmas bargains (I vaguely remember being in my house and then them coming home and telling me they'd buy me anything when we went out, because everything was on sale, so there's a bit of a middle part missing here). It was little and on this strange street, and it had all kinds of wrapping paper and bags that my mom had had for years. I think I went to the register, and then I was with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
llamaninja, sketchyheart and a few other former-freshmen (who will always be freshmen to me) and they were telling me that my class was holding a reunion upstairs, so I said something rediculous to the cashier and went upstairs to see everyone. Unfortunately, they were mostly people I never really talked to during high school, and it was this big open banquet kind of room but the walls were sort of greenish and the tablecloths were yellow. The only person I thought I knew was the only male member of "the girls," so I walked up behind him and poked him in the sides, and he turned around and it wasn't him. Then he turned blue and pink and disappeared, so I got freaked out and went back downstairs, where the bartender (who used to be a cahsier) had made me a drink. It was Bud Light and sugar. I took it, and then dumped it in the trashcan, and one of the guys up at the top of the stairs yelled something strange at me for doing it, and then I took the glass back to the bartender (only now it was full of Coke or something) and told her that I didn't drink it because I wasn't 21. I then walked out the side door (and there's another bit of jump here because of me not remembering things properly) and ended up at this rather strange theme-park thing that was sort of designed like the old west, but there were these canals and waterways running through it. I was walking around with a lot of people that seemed like people I worked with over break, and we were trying to figure out how to get all the locks and gates open so we knew how the water flowed. People would press buttons around the corner and I'd have to run to see what had opened. There was one that went under a covered bridge and ran very fast, and when we opened it all of a sudden there was a map in my head that explained that it was the only water route besides the Nile out of Northern Africa into the Mediterranean. Then we went inside this building and there were all kinds of slugs chasing us, and we had these strange lasers that we had to shoot them with or else they'd electrocute us. It was really bizarre, because the laser was like a rubber remote control kind of thing, and you fired it by bending the top down a bit. Gradually, the slugs turned into people wearing green shirts. There were a ton of them, and it was really hard to escape, and they ended up knocking out one of my friends. I don't think I cared at all that they were people, and I kept shooting them with the laser, and then there were these two girl-slug-people who got right up in front of me and kept electrocuting me (I could feel it too, which was weird), and talking about how I should be falling down by now, and I kept trying to fire at them. Not sure how I finally got out of there, but I ended up at this beach sort of place (I think I might have gone out that one canal, but I don't remember) where there was this tall woman leading everyone around and I was supposed to do something weird, but for some reason I wasn't feeling well and I was really pale, and when I looked in the mirror all of a sudden I had freckles, and when I told her this she said "So? Lots of Polish people have freckles." I don't think I even tried to explain to her that I wasn't Polish, either. So, there you have it. Weird.
Woo, long entry! Now I should probably go get dressed and possibly go to class. Yes, that sounds like it might be a good idea. Ohh, and I have to pick up my track uniform today. Eep. I was looking at the pictures online, and the bottoms look like bathing suits. Dear me. And you can see the midriffs on most of them. Silly "aerodynamics"!
[Edit: And here's another weird part of my dream that I just remember... it's probably the part between the beach and the canal... I was walking up this hill, and there were all these groups of girls that were about my age and quite a few of them were a lot younger, and we were in this track meet that was half outside and half inside (meaning, half of it was outside, and somewhere across the fields, half of the gym was there covered by a roof of some sort. The whole thing seemed to be run by one of my managers from work, and I found my high jump teammate again, and we were watching everyone run around, and lots of the girls were just wearing the bottoms to their uniforms, but it didn't bother anyone because they were young enough to get away with it. I was wearing only my bra, and I was vaguely embarassed because everyone else that was wearing something at least had their sports bra on.
So... I think that raises the weirdness factor a bit more. I'd better go get my stuff together and catch the bus. I'd hate for that farce yesterday before track practice to happen again.]
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
As I walk, I think about a new way to walk
As I think, I'm using up the time left to think
And this train keep rolling off the track
Trying to act like something else
Trying to go where it's been uninvited
It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
So, I'm rattling the cage around this think tank
Discreetly I should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely
But there'd be no percentages, and there'd be no proofs
And the sound upon the roof is only water
And the rain falls down without my help I'm afraid
And my lawn gets wet though I've withheld my consent
When this grey world crumbles like a cake
I'll be hanging from the hope
That I'll never see that recipe again
It's not my birthday
It's not today
It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me?
When the word comes down, "Never more will be around"
Though I'll wish you were there, I was less than we could bear
And I'm not the only dust my mother raised
I am not the only dust my mother raised...
OK, for some reason I got up at like, 8:00 this morning... so I wandered around a bit and then went back to sleep... but I kept waking up and wondering why my alarm wasn't going off. Then it did... I let it beep once, I turned it off, and then tried to go back to sleep, but I woke up like, fifteen minutes later. So I give up! No unnecessary sleep for me. But boy, did I have a weird dream last night. I can't quite place exactly where it started, but it was long... and bizarrely complicated. I'll see what I can write down before I have to get dressed and go to class...
I was outside getting ready to practice for the high jump, and our coach was off to the side explaining that he had to take a sample of the styrofoam-ish stuff that covered the bungee cord to all the coaches of the other teams so they would know exactly what they'd have to deal with at the meet. Then I had to help one of my teammates set up the bar, but when we got up next to it, it was like at my nose, and it was more like a clothesline... and there was no mat behind it. We were basically I guess sort of tying up this clothesline, and on my half there was this hammock in the middle, and I vaguely wondered why there would be a hammock in the middle of the bar, but I didn't really give it any more thought. My teammate kept telling me how the coach wanted it tied up, but it didn't really make sense to me because there were too many strings coming out of it, and it was only half a hammock and it hung crookedly. I kept looking around for a different one, but I couldn't get the one I found down, so I sort of gave up. Next thing I remember, I'm in this shop with my mom looking for after-Christmas bargains (I vaguely remember being in my house and then them coming home and telling me they'd buy me anything when we went out, because everything was on sale, so there's a bit of a middle part missing here). It was little and on this strange street, and it had all kinds of wrapping paper and bags that my mom had had for years. I think I went to the register, and then I was with
llamaninja, sketchyheart and a few other former-freshmen (who will always be freshmen to me) and they were telling me that my class was holding a reunion upstairs, so I said something rediculous to the cashier and went upstairs to see everyone. Unfortunately, they were mostly people I never really talked to during high school, and it was this big open banquet kind of room but the walls were sort of greenish and the tablecloths were yellow. The only person I thought I knew was the only male member of "the girls," so I walked up behind him and poked him in the sides, and he turned around and it wasn't him. Then he turned blue and pink and disappeared, so I got freaked out and went back downstairs, where the bartender (who used to be a cahsier) had made me a drink. It was Bud Light and sugar. I took it, and then dumped it in the trashcan, and one of the guys up at the top of the stairs yelled something strange at me for doing it, and then I took the glass back to the bartender (only now it was full of Coke or something) and told her that I didn't drink it because I wasn't 21. I then walked out the side door (and there's another bit of jump here because of me not remembering things properly) and ended up at this rather strange theme-park thing that was sort of designed like the old west, but there were these canals and waterways running through it. I was walking around with a lot of people that seemed like people I worked with over break, and we were trying to figure out how to get all the locks and gates open so we knew how the water flowed. People would press buttons around the corner and I'd have to run to see what had opened. There was one that went under a covered bridge and ran very fast, and when we opened it all of a sudden there was a map in my head that explained that it was the only water route besides the Nile out of Northern Africa into the Mediterranean. Then we went inside this building and there were all kinds of slugs chasing us, and we had these strange lasers that we had to shoot them with or else they'd electrocute us. It was really bizarre, because the laser was like a rubber remote control kind of thing, and you fired it by bending the top down a bit. Gradually, the slugs turned into people wearing green shirts. There were a ton of them, and it was really hard to escape, and they ended up knocking out one of my friends. I don't think I cared at all that they were people, and I kept shooting them with the laser, and then there were these two girl-slug-people who got right up in front of me and kept electrocuting me (I could feel it too, which was weird), and talking about how I should be falling down by now, and I kept trying to fire at them. Not sure how I finally got out of there, but I ended up at this beach sort of place (I think I might have gone out that one canal, but I don't remember) where there was this tall woman leading everyone around and I was supposed to do something weird, but for some reason I wasn't feeling well and I was really pale, and when I looked in the mirror all of a sudden I had freckles, and when I told her this she said "So? Lots of Polish people have freckles." I don't think I even tried to explain to her that I wasn't Polish, either. So, there you have it. Weird. Woo, long entry! Now I should probably go get dressed and possibly go to class. Yes, that sounds like it might be a good idea. Ohh, and I have to pick up my track uniform today. Eep. I was looking at the pictures online, and the bottoms look like bathing suits. Dear me. And you can see the midriffs on most of them. Silly "aerodynamics"!
[Edit: And here's another weird part of my dream that I just remember... it's probably the part between the beach and the canal... I was walking up this hill, and there were all these groups of girls that were about my age and quite a few of them were a lot younger, and we were in this track meet that was half outside and half inside (meaning, half of it was outside, and somewhere across the fields, half of the gym was there covered by a roof of some sort. The whole thing seemed to be run by one of my managers from work, and I found my high jump teammate again, and we were watching everyone run around, and lots of the girls were just wearing the bottoms to their uniforms, but it didn't bother anyone because they were young enough to get away with it. I was wearing only my bra, and I was vaguely embarassed because everyone else that was wearing something at least had their sports bra on.
So... I think that raises the weirdness factor a bit more. I'd better go get my stuff together and catch the bus. I'd hate for that farce yesterday before track practice to happen again.]
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