Bleh.

I'm really hating these nightmares. I mean all I really remember is that white face. It's so....creepy. And to top it off, I apparently forgot to close my curtains last night (which is weird because I'm so over-dramatically paranoid about them, especially now)and I had to get up and close them in the middle of the night. I swear I saw something moving behind the trees in the field across the street, but it was just an animal.....right? ;_; Nightmares suck.

I think I'll be changing my picture son, that (X) thing is starting to unsettle me. How did it get there anyway? New picture tomorrow maybe =/

In other news, the lip singing contest refuses to upload on youtube for whatever reason for my friend, so it looks like I'll be doing that. Extreme annoyance there but whatever.

Poem:

when darkness does fall
and I Have closed my eyes
what I've Seen are all just lies
I can hear Him call

In the darkest time
The lies from winds so wild
As they twist through Trees like a child
their whispers are a crime

so as I lie
with wind whipping outside
and window open wide
"Help Me" I quietly cry

Meh, not really liking this one. =P Not my best for sure, but whatever, I've been exhausting my poor creative juices with all this poetry. You'll just have to deal with bad poems sometimes.


Today's color:
Gray 0

Geez.

Nightmares suck. Two in a row? Really? I may as well just toss the dream catcher out, and the thing has been working so well for years. -_-

Really, I don't remember much, just waking up with my curtains open and seeing this really pale face looking at me, don't really remember what the face looked like, if anything. Gaddamn nightmares -grumble grumble grumble-

At least I didn't scream and get my arms scratched to pieces by the evil incarnate.


Evil Incarnate here =3

Or, then again, I have no idea which of the 6 it was, the next likely candidate is, of course the floofiest one.



Nearly as evil as the evil incarnate =3

Posting early because, well honestly it's Sunday and the dream is going to be the only interesting part of my day and I'll probably forget it later. I will be posting the lip-singing video later, despite my embarrassment, but it isn't uploaded to youtube yet, and knowing my friends it won't be uploaded until midnight or something >.> Or she'll send it to me and tell ME to upload it because 'she doesn't know how/doesn't feel like it being on her account'

Honestly annoying in my opinion.

Poem:

A scratching noise from the closet door
a bump sounding from under my bed
In my mind creatures of lore
I say to my ears it's all in my head

The sound of breathing not my own
and claws rapping on the ground
I roll over with a groan
To deny the horrible sound

But I sit up with a start
as I stare at the face
and the pounding of my heart
I've already given up the chase

The teeth, the eyes, the claws, it's horrible breath!
I know what I'm seeing is surely my death!

Well, that's that I suppose. Nothing more, nothing less. Look forward to me embarrassing myself later today >.>

Today's color:
Medium Purple

Back

Still feeling ow but not so bad now. Ugh. I just have to tell you about this freaky ass dream I had whilst napping.

Also: No I did not nap from the last post till now. I just woke up from my fifth nap today or something. many short naps.

Anyway, back to freaky ass dream: I was alone in my room and it was dark outside, I always close my curtains before I sleep at night because I'm paranoid, but the curtains were gone.

In front of my window I usually have two noisy birds, but now I realize the only things in my room are my bed and me. So I'm freaking out and suddenly the door opens and its HIM. My imaginary friend.

He was taller than I remembered, but at this point I was suddenly 6 years old again because y'know, it's a dream and dreams do that. All I really see are his long arms and long fingers and his legs.

I think he asked me to dance or something, but I don't really remember. I also keep drawing blanks when I try to think of his face. Well, whatever. So we start dancing, a waltz or something, I don't really know I've never really danced before. Then my mom walks in and smiles and says 'he's back' then he gets up and reaches for her and I just KNOW he's going to rip her open. His long arms kinda split opne and were all tentacle-ey.

I just screamed, and I guess I was really screaming out loud because a couple seconds later I woke up to scratches on my arms. Apparently the kittens my cat recently had were sleeping by my arms and freaked out when I started screaming.

I don't know, it was pretty freaky. I had to write it down now before I forgot it. Actually, looking up I've already forgotten most of it and the details seem new to me =P Dreams are weird. I think the freaky 'tearing my mother apart' part was because of the plague doctors...god they scare me so much. Why did I try to get over my fears yesterday? It just brought me nightmares mixed with my good ol' suited imaginary friend.

Poem:
When consciousness fades and you fall asleep
the brain does play, the mind falls deep
and as you lay in deep deep sleep
to the clouds you can leap
or stab a knife and watch blood seep
watch and know you will not weep
for the life you just did reap
and see as your body does creep
and you stalk without a peep
for you know that talk is cheap
when you have a life to reap
and only a faint and distant beep
will bring you out of a deep dark sleep
and you can forget the lives you did reap

ooooh how fun! What is with all this creepy poetry, does my subconscious think that making it creepy makes it good? because it doesn't, obviously >.>

Today's color:
WHITE 8D Invisibility bitches XD