a foul and unkind mood.
Sep. 24th, 2001 09:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantwhat have i lost?
my black shirt.
a white sheet.
my left contact.
i dreamt of climbing tall tall beds with ina and mark, and taking blankets and discarded furniture. we were in the backyard. also we climbed a steep hill of vegetation. always in these dreams i climb upwards against depressing odds. and end up sliding backwards.
i am a map of invasions.
territory and property confiscated. the trickeries of need plague me.
yesterday before dinner i fell asleep and dreamt horrible dreams. invading dreams. mad people came into the room and disrupted me and broke apart the bed and destroyed the room. stoves exploded. cupboards fell into rot. strange insects took over the house. i slept and i knew i slept and still i was unable to climb out of that invaded sleep.
i get the feeling everyone is angry at me. and that i am angry at everyone else. i want to accuse, i want to break out into loud voices. there is no good place to go. nothing interests me. nothing alleviates my mood.
time is so sluggish it kills me today. there is no place to go. no safety and no shelter. i can do nothing correctly. i cannot even speak.
my black shirt.
a white sheet.
my left contact.
i dreamt of climbing tall tall beds with ina and mark, and taking blankets and discarded furniture. we were in the backyard. also we climbed a steep hill of vegetation. always in these dreams i climb upwards against depressing odds. and end up sliding backwards.
i am a map of invasions.
territory and property confiscated. the trickeries of need plague me.
yesterday before dinner i fell asleep and dreamt horrible dreams. invading dreams. mad people came into the room and disrupted me and broke apart the bed and destroyed the room. stoves exploded. cupboards fell into rot. strange insects took over the house. i slept and i knew i slept and still i was unable to climb out of that invaded sleep.
i get the feeling everyone is angry at me. and that i am angry at everyone else. i want to accuse, i want to break out into loud voices. there is no good place to go. nothing interests me. nothing alleviates my mood.
time is so sluggish it kills me today. there is no place to go. no safety and no shelter. i can do nothing correctly. i cannot even speak.
