Passion is underneath
Underneath the layers
The layers of clothes, sheets, bullshit
Passion exists independently
What I’m saying is….when the actions associated with passion are absent it’s due to effort
Because the acts of passion exist independently of anything that gets in the way.
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The dream began on the day before high school graduation day. I was sitting outside of the school eating a hamburger and waiting for all of the people to clear out so that I could go home. For some reason I couldn’t remember whether I had driven or not. There were crowds and crowds of other seniors outside celebrating and talking about the commencement ceremony the next day when one of my male classmates and friends started talking about the memo in his box. Apparently the school communicated with us through memos in our boxes because I didn’t even have the notice telling me what time graduation was. There had been no practice or any type of preparation. Anyway, the memo also listed times for tomorrow’s hearing for students with low grades and he was one of them so we talked about that and he let me see his memo so I’d know what time to be there. His little sister was also on the steps with us. I’m not sure she served a purpose in the dream but I want to set a complete scene for you. more…
I just woke up. Last night I dreamt about a man. This dream was so clear I had to tell folks about it sitting up from the bed. He was hispanic…..maybe Cuban. He was from Miami and taught music at the university. In my dream I went to a “recital” and there was a red headed boy that was BAD on the piano and the viola. LOL This man was very cute, with solid build, an awesome smile that lit up his eyes, and a head full of thick black hair. It might not have been all black though. I remember a little mix. And in my dream…..he was mine.
Last night I had a dream that I was sexually assaulted at gunpoint by a woman and 2 men who broke into my apartment. I say broke in but they had a key and somehow got around the chain too.
Realistic and horrible. In the dream I passed out after a while and hoped they wouldn’t kill me. When I woke up the next morning they were gone and obviously I was still alive. The troubling part is that I was scared to call the police. I was scared that they would come after me again. So I called a person I used to call friend who I haven’t spoken to in over a month. She laughed at me. She thought it was funny.
Any dream interpreters out there?
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