OobyNoobyWabba
A place for things.
Evil paper bag, by DJ Real
the support team needs a support team.
Ok, I will replace the window.
I admit I was the one who threw the brick
But hey, you also held the hammer,
You waited ‘til the end to do that trick.
And how we couldn’t see it coming is the one thing that I’ll never understand.
And now what’s the use in trying? We both have got some blood on our scuffed hands.
So we lay our weapons down, rinse with iodine.
One day this will all be nothing but what we’ve left behind.
So here is what we’ve got to live for:
Faith and kindness, love, and most of all,
To treat each other as a lover,
Who needs us most just after a fall.
But I, I haven’t been as lucky. Even though I’ve tried and tried and tried to win.
I’m sure that those who’ve tried but failed are the ones with strength to rise and try again.
So we lay our weapons down, rinse with iodine.
There’s nothing more we can do here but appreciate our time.
If I had just one second left, I’d spend it holding you.
That’s the one thing that I know, I know it to be true.
The empty tress had leaves of birds,
And branches that shivered and shuddered.
If I could record every sound I’ve heard,
I’d capture your memory in air.
This madness you save up for rainy days,
Comes out in torrential floods.
It won’t stop, it’s everywhere, it seems.
Everyone tramples this mud. And yet,
We’ll find a shelter to warm us.
Perhaps I can’t write myself back here,
Back to shape out of round.
Saying goodbye it was hardly me,
Some other voice made that sound. And there,
We’ll find a shelter to warm us.
It’s not unlike me to have detailed dreams, but last night’s dream was up there in detailed ridiculousness.
It starts in a small pub in England, where there’s an old upright piano being played by my real-life musician friend Chris T-T, and he’s singing. From the get-go the dream feel was one of uneasiness, but it was mild at first so I ignored it. I go from the pub back to my place of lodging, a quaint B&B that’s decorated very precisely in a style from the 1900s or so; braided rugs, small hallway tables with doilies under lamps, lots of pinks and creams with dark wood floors, warmly lit. The construction of the place was odd - it was a round building, and in the center was a spiral staircase. On each floor were 4 or so rooms that rotated off the circular landing.
When I got back to the B&B, I had a long discussion with a man I knew, or was getting to know during my stay. He was right out of an old movie, very Rhett Butler-esque. We discussed Mrs. Radlower, whom I believed to be the caretaker of the place. She had spent a few evenings in my room, talking with me and helping me prepare for bed. We both said nice things about her, but also had an in-depth discussion about something else I now can’t remember. Suddenly I knew I had to get going, and so we began to part. As I headed up the stair case, he held my hand and said “We shall not deceive each other” as I pulled away. I began to run up the stairs a bit, feeling anxious that he was behind me, going quickly as my hand spun on the banister knob. I looked back and realized he hadn’t followed me and felt some relief as I reached my floor, though the uneasiness was growing.
The door to my room was straight ahead, and I saw Mrs. Radlower sitting in her usual chair, facing my bed. As I walked toward her I called her name, once, then twice, and it was then that everything happened at once - a scary violin soundtrack and a terrifying Mrs. Radlower who looked like a melted mummy (similar to the woman in the bath in The Shining). As she turned toward me, she twisted into a melted, decayed mess while some sort of horrifying sound came out of her dead mouth (not unlike the sound when my cat barfs. Maybe my cat actually barfed?). I tried to look away as soon as possible and managed to wake myself up at the same time, utterly terrified.
I’ve had scary dreams before, but never with such a detailed setting and names of characters, especially a name I’ve never heard before (I woke up knowing it was “Radlower” rather than “Radlauer”). Kubrick is one of my favorite directors, but I haven’t watched The Shining in awhile… Bring on your thoughts & interpretations.
I wish I didn’t care
I wish stuff didn’t bother me
I wish people would default to nice
I wish people would default to secure
I wish I had the motivation to work harder
I wish I could win the lottery and disappear
I wish I could never worry about anything ever and all things were just always great.
I wish I could be fully aware of when things *are* great, ‘cause they usually are.
