I had possibly the best dream last night. It started with an onion that contained a toxin that I was going to isolate and attempt to remove. So I was carrying around this onion with me, and me and some friends ended up meeting paul mccartney at this event. A big crowd swarmed him on uneven ground he fell into me so I helped him up. Then Marysia and Sheri-D got to go into a room for an executive meeting with Paul. Marysia had my bag with the onion and took it with her by accident. A little while later they returned and marysia came running and telling me she was going to love her. Then she pulls out this odd plastic tube with some onion in it, as well as a mounted microscope slide of some onion cells. she proceeded to tell me that Paul had made me a slide and a core sample of my onion for me. I was truly exited and was showing a lot of people. My day had been made, even though looking back, I needed the whole onion to run my tests. But then later my sister and her friend came running, telling me they'd watched this video that George Harrison was in and it was very hot. So I went to watch it, but ended up watching a rehearsal of this poem that George and a few other famous people were doing, near COP. It was a very good poem from my dream perspective. I remember a line from it "we'll kick you out the backyard of life". Then George sat down beside me, he was young, and looked a lot like his son. But we were having a great conversation until I woke up
this is the reason i broke up with him in the first place. because it was so much stress and it just seemed hopeless. i know that's a harsh word but its true. he's got so much on his plate and i dont want any more on mine. i have my own set of worries i need to take care of. but i cant just turn him away. the way he opened up to me...it litteraly moved me to tears. i feel his dispair, his depression. he has nothing. but i dont want him to have no one too. at the moment i feel thats all i can do; give him the comfort of knowing that i'm here for him, that he has me. contrairy to his beleifs he hasnt lost me. if he really had, i wouldnt have seen him yestrerday, or tuesday, or any times before that. we wouldnt have acted or talked the way we did if he'd truley lost me. his words stung because i felt his pain through them. his feelings soaking the words and turning them a different colour. i never told him to get the fuck out of my life, but it hurt to know thats how he fe
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been havin some crazy ones toooo