If someone would like to do a different reading Ive included the text below.
The first time I had this dream it was a nightmare
Dark and terrifying, full of unseen danger.
As time went by and the dream stayed with me, the darkness receded
and I began to look forward to returning to the Eden that had become my dreams
The dream is the same that it has always been.
It is the dreamer that has changed.
An ill-fitting suit hangs limply off his tiny shoulders. Black on white on black. Tie tied tight, shoes shined bright. The bed he sits on is his own, made but with a child's apathy towards such things. His hands hold a small frame, a plastic cartoon mouse wrapped around the image of a woman and a boy. This boy.
"There you are." A man's voice comes from the doorway. He is the little boy as viewed through a fun house mirror. Same mop of shaggy, brown hair. Same sad brown eyes.
"I just wanted to be alone." There is a rawness to the little...
today is my seventeen hundred thirty-ninth day taking this train to work. across from me a lady silently weeps. i am surrounded by people that live in their own misery while i live in mine. not that i am miserable, mind you. i could use a little more sleep and a little more money but who couldn't? i wear a stoic mask of granite wrinkles and this lady cries. her emotion makes me uncomfortable so now i am a little bit sleepy and a little bit poor and a little bit uncomfortable. my eyes dart away as hers come near. i dont want her to...
Hey.. uhhh its me. Its Rachel. You must still be at work. I ummm was just hoping that we could talk. uhhh Ive just have been having such a good time latel... oh this is stupid. I dont want to have this conversation with your voice mail. Now Im talking to myself. (laughs) This is -To save message press one. To delete and try again, press 2.-
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Hey, its me. I was just calling to see what you were up to. I wasnt really doing anything so I thought maybe I could, I donno, swing...