Raining Wishes

Fifty Seconds That Will Change Your Life

http://blog.wired.com/wiredscience/2008/10/video-of-zebraf.html

Dream from two nights ago was AMAZING.

5/12

“Creating Coswell, Creating Life,” is the theme of the dream; they are the words in my ear when I wake up. It starts off as Chris and I go to TimberCreek. I visit Mr. T and everything is just so awkward- it’s in the old classroom, and it all feels so bizarre. I come home crying to mom.

She says that we should go rent a movie , then go back to TC, and have a word with Mr. T. She thinks she can do something to save it?

People from Flagler and TC combined- it’s night time, and the whole place is coated in trees. Trees, everywhere. Mom and I get separated somehow, and I go into the bathroom, where there are chocolates on the doors. I take only one or else it will not refresh itself, according to the little sign, though I want to take more.

I come out, and start to feel really fuzzy from the chocolate. I see Sarah, the RA, in the bathroom, and instantly start defending myself- “I only took prescription drugs! I promise!” I’m way messed up, really dizzy. I then stumble out, away from her, towards Krause’s class, which is now a forest.

After hanging out there for a while, not really saying anything, I see one kid playing a sitar. I begin dancing to the music, then flash him a peace sign- “Groovy man, play on.”

I inexplicably get nervous and try to find my mother. She is completely different. Somehow, in the last hour or so, she got fat, she painted herself really dark brown, and she’s crying. I hug her, crying too.

“Creating Coswell, Creating Life,” I hear, and wake up.

Sittin on the bed feelin like the mattress I lay on
Soft squishy but with some hard edges all around
And I feel that if Iay on me-
Looked inside-
I'd see the springs, see the stuffing-
And suddenly, I'd make more sense.