The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

A Flashing Life and the Smell of Almonds
Listening to: Tribute by Tenacious D

Oh my god... another fricken scare. This time it didn't just hit me, it hit my mom to.

I had a dream, that ended up being real towards the end... In the dream, I was at a fair grounds. I believe it was supposed to be the fair grounds Molly was at last week. I was there looking for Molly. I was going to suprise her that I made it down for a week. Well, I saw her up ahead of me in the crowd. She was holding some guys hand and was with a girl and some other guy. I tried getting to her, but stupid people with no sense of style kept getting infront of me. Molly had told me about how there was a family there who looked incest and dressed nasty. They had greasy mullets and everything. Well, the whole damn fair consisted of these people! And they were in my way, making it hard for me to get to Molly.

As I tried getting to her, more people got in my way. Do to the site, and the aggression building inside of me, I started to shed tears. Just then, I noticed Scott, and he noticed me. I didn't notice him fast enough because suddenly I recieved a hit to the face that felt so real. I fell forward and landed in a mud puddle face down unconcious. I couldn't breath. After a few moments it started to burn. Like REALLY burn. I woke up and through myself forward gasping for air, but I couldn't get any. I was choking. As I coughed, blood sprayed all over my shirt (which is wine red... thank god.) The blood was gargling my throat and nose and I ran out of my room, nearly crashing into my mom who was on her way to check on me cause she heard me choking. She was scared because I had blood all over my face, and tears streaming down my cheeks. I threw blood up into the toilet and kneeled there shaking for about 5 minutes. Oh my god... I was freaked out. It got to the point where everything started going black before I got air again. I actualy felt the taste of death. It taste horrible fyi. So many things ran through my head. One thought being "I can't die... so many dreams lef tunfinished..."

Why in the hell do I always wake up with a mouth full of blood!? Damnit... I havent since like Jan-Feb. but still... does anyone else almost die at the hands of what gives them life!?

Though... what really would be cool is if I had the ability to change the past, like in Butterfly Effect. That could explain why I have so many dreams that have or will come true. That also would explain my constant de javu and the horrible curse I call "love connection" where I feel what is happening with Molly, or any girl that I give my heart to. What if I am changing the past and I don't know it? I mean, all these different stories fill my head... scenarios if you will. I could have some kind of untapped power. Now if I could just harness that power.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 1:19 PM