a craaaaazy dream.

by Ellen in


oh what a lovely day to have a slice of humble pie
recalling of the while we used to drive and drive here and there
going nowhere but for us, nowhere but for the two of us
and we knew it was time to take a chance here
and time to compromise our lives for awhile
and it was time for all the wrong reasons
but time is often on my side and I give it to you tonight
and we sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again

as time goes by we get a little bit tired waking and baked another Marlboro mile wide
it's sending the boys on the run in the time in hot summer sun
to swim beneath or over outside as they're reading between the lines
then they remember the part in the hallmark card where they read about the dreams
and reaching for the stars to hold on a little bit closer to
and they knew it was time, time to take a chance here
time to compromise our little lives for just a little while
and they knew it was time for all the wrong reasons
as time is often on my side and I give it to you, oh boy
and we sleep all, sleep all day, sleep all, we sleep all day over again





This one was really weird:

We were all at someone's house...there was someone there that no one wanted there, so Katherine said, "It's OK, I'll just kill him." So she did, and then I went into the bathroom and saw blood on the wall of the shower, but I didn't want to look... and no one thought it was a big deal. Then I couldn't find Stephen, and somehow I knew that the blood was coming from him in the shower behind the curtain. I desperately wanted to not let him die, but I didn't want to look/pull back the shower curtain because I knew he'd probably be dead. So I made Katherine do it, and there he was, slumped in the tub with his throat cut open, but still alive (this is so morbid). Then it turned out that some small child needed to go to the hospital. So I thought I could take Stephen, too. For some reason, no one else cared but me (sorry, Steve). And then I decided that he needed extra clothes when he got out of the hospital...so I went into his room and seemed to take forever to get him clothes because I couldn't decide what he needed to wear: a t-shirt or a polo. It felt like a really big decision. I don't remember what I decided on, but I picked him up, and he started talking. I drove him and the kid to the nearest hospital, which turned out to be another house. I think they told me that Stephen was going to live and the kid was going to die, which I thought was strange because the kid was hardly injured. 


craaaazzyyyyyy