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Friday, 9 October 2009

I hate getting to the weekend and being so worn out that you just can't even look forward to it.

And the fact that I'm not going to have a weekend seeing as how I'm going to a University Open Day in Sussex.


Really could do with a pair of welcoming arms right now.

My eyes hurt from being so tired, to the point where its actually just not worth keeping them open. And in actual fact I am typing this with my eyes closed so if I make any mistakes I'm not going to correct them.

*opens eyes*

I'll share my dream with you from last night:

I dreamt that I was in a perfect summer's blossom.

The trees were a beautiful shade of fuchsia and the petals of the flowers littered the pavement that I walked on.

Everywhere I looked people were happy. Couples walked together smiling and gazing into each other's eyes. Parents watched as their children played in the grass, staining their clothes. Elderly people sat and reminisced about the times they wish they could still live. Everything was perfect.

For them.

As I walked on, the entire world warped. The trees became petrified and the branches became white as bone. The petals on the floor rotted and coated the pavement in a thick, black sheen.

There were no couples, only solitary people who only seemed to live for hatred. The children, however, played on unaware. They rolled around in the floor, only to stand up covered in red stains. They blissfully continued as if all was well. The elderly people had vanished altogether, leaving only the memories that they had experienced in wallets and purses, forever imprinted into photographs that no one would take notice of.

Coming to the end of what seemed like a road. I found a door. It looked curiously familiar, yet also displaced as if it should never have been there in the first place. Upon opening it, I stumble onto another familiar scene. I turned around to look back on what I had just walked out of only to realise something that made me cry when I woke up.

I had walked out of my own house.

It crumbled around me after I had realised this, revealing three people. They all went their seperate ways. After this, the world returned to its normal, blissfully ignorant summers day. I went on, happy and with shoulders relieved.

Only in a dream.

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