Nov 24, 2009

Sick little games


Last night, I had this dream.
I was in the middle of the woods, trees everywhere,
the ground had sticks and twigs, the bark on the trees reasonably dark, and the trees had the darkest of leaves.
It was in between sunset and nightfall, that time where its getting dark, but still light enough to see properly, and there's no glare from the sun.
And I was chasing this boy who's name I won't mention.
We were running around, almost playing hide and seek I guess you could say.
He kept running and hiding behind trees so I couldn't see him
and every time I would get close to catching him, he'd run away again.
And it just kept repeating over and over.
The entire time, he was laughing and seeing it as some sort of joke.
At first, I did too, seeing it as some silly game and almost like I enjoyed chasing him,
but towards the end, I was exhausted and was amazingly frustrated in how he kept running whenever I was close
He however, kept going, and kept making me chase him, and look for him, and fight to catch him.

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