Tuesday, February 22, 2005

no rest for the wicked

I've heard I smile in my sleep.

I dreamt of videogame worlds where I'm the invincible main character. Of worlds where jumping out of windows is fun and nothing can ever hurt.

I dreamt of giving exams where I don't know the answers, but I always know its just a dream. My narcissism won't allow even mysubconscious to admit that I have no answers, really.

I dreamt of another death in the family. The body leaves and so does everyone else and I'm all alone by the window again, watching the fresh tyre tracks of the van.

Yeah, I've been told I smile a lot in my sleep.

Misha at Tuesday, February 22, 2005

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