Or so I thought. I don’t know what exactly was going on, but I had just had this insane dream that I was being put in a hot boiling machine, and as I went through the many processes of being processed, I could feel no pain, but still see all the flames and metal machinery working to fix me. I emerged from two steel rollers, nude and passing through a wall of water and smoke. I suddenly woke up and in actuality my entire right arm was numb, but in my mind I was still in the dream. My entire arm moved as if it were one large bolt of fabric, flowing with me every which way I moved it. It’s as if I had become one with the fabric, and it was such an incredible feeling.
needless to say, if you want intense dreams drink a five hour energy shot, work to your limit and then some, go to a six hour class, eat, shower, and crash.
If I could go to a concert with someone I love to see Mumford & Sons, The Avett Brothers, Fleet Foxes, and Adele perform.
And then lose it with a special guest appearance by Rhianna of course.
half and half? you can do that?! ahaha i have to try. anyways i get out of school like early may, so we’ll have ourselves a drawing day FOR sure