So it started out like any other dream.
Sitting in a Hooters with my ex husband, ordering too much than i knew i could eat. hooters?
Yes, Hooters
Hooters went to the El where we were riding and I noticed as you stood above me your zipper was open.
Any analysis of this would be nice.
Walking off the El down a street, just the two of us, crowded, there was a little black boy that made me nervous so i walked ahead, wearing black stilettos, have no idea why and you told me to slow down.
We passed, with the crowd under an aqua duck when I, just i came upon a set of train tracks.
i remember looking down at the tracks and seeing them. i remember looking to my left and seeing a train coming and police squads chasing it on either side.
A man.
A man with curly blond hair yelled at me "Watch out". it rang through my ears.
i wanted to pass over the tracks but felt indifferent, i stepped back and as i did someone was hit by the train.
Blood spattered everywhere. Everyone was doused in blood and flew back many a feet along with me.
I had blood on me. just a little. Just on my ankle. I screamed, than
I woke.
Dream over
Analysis please?
So living in the south loop has its perks.
i sit by my window at 2am, while the man i brought home walks across the street looking for contraceptives.
I watch the crowds gather outside the South loop club bar and wonder what there lives are like. What are they doing this weekend? What are they doing tonight?
I'm a people watcher.
I hate this quality about me, and still at times i find myself eating alone at lunch, sitting in a window seat just to be able to watch the people as they walk in front of me eating my sandwich at Freashi.
Whats to make of this?
Good night tonight.
I'm that girl that finds happiness in a 40 oz of some malt liquor and dance music coming from my stereo, decade? : 80's of course. George Michael, Heart anyone?
Good night tonight.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better....
