tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-15

"well we know where we're going
but we don't know where we've been"
Talking Heads.

Memories stolen, borrowed, or something. I don't remember doing that. It was a dream, and she was following me through building foyers and around street corners, and I was worrying that she'd catch up with me, and I'd have to know what to say. I woke up, feeling more frightened than I expected. And when I thought about it, I was scared of the other one in the dream too, the way she acted like it used to be, and I couldn't work out when it was all going it turn nasty, but I knew it would. Pleasure turning into pain.

I don't want to go to that place again.