so i get an itch to share a random.
not to change anyone's mind.
just because. bedtime stories never hurt.
The scariest dream I've ever had goes like this:
I was chased around for what felt like hours by 10 pink pigs. These pigs were oinking in some fierce "I hate you, I'm going to eat you" oink. As if the horrific oink wasn't enough I was being chased... in a dream.... I'd almost rather a mad chase like that go down when I'm awake because sucker, is it not the most "slow motion for me" run everrrrr while taking off in a
As for tonight....
I request pig-free dreams. Preferably a dream about a low-key little slice of paradise. Perhaps a dream about a fallsapproachingbreezyafternoon with just me, the boyfriend, Ziggy and a good book....
napping on and off all day long in a hammock somewhere away from the woods on the dirty water. Let's say.... Hawaii, please. Ahh, "picture me rollin'" (would 2pac be a lame excuse for whipping out that little gangsta-ness?)