Live a little, be a gypsy, get around,
Get your feet up off the ground,
Live a little, get around.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
I don't often remember my dreams. Last night as I was falling asleep, feeling kinda agitated and like sleep wouldn't come easily, I suddenly frighted as I realised I was going to crash into a car. The car was a little red one, already smashed up with tyre marks on its paint and its bumper hanging off. I woke, and my heart was pounding, hard. So strange. I remembered other dreams when I woke up this morning for work too, dreams of small apartments, derelicts and a sad friend.