cleaver-slit.

i dreamt that i died. upon trying to save someone, i acted upon impulsion and i died doing so. of all places in a crummy staircase i had created in my stockholm syndrome project. ya know that feeling that you're fucked whatever you do, and you have to do it anyway? throat slit with a cleaver. Tyler looked at me and smiled. And in those final moments before i blacked out i realised there was no more second chances. woke up moments later. too close for comfort. cold sweat. I always believe tht dreams are something you want to try to tell yourself about, or at least is an indication of something.. So whats it this time? This time i actively seeked my own death instead of being hunted down to it.. heh. moral of the story is im getting mucho bravo or im getting too compulsive. Otherwise its just this noon with food in the tummy.

Ok besides that disturbing dream, sunday has been wonderful for the body. Sleep sleep sleep and more sleep, had lunch with Kiran, hearing how they went ghost hunting yesterday. Suprised there werent any spiders in the equation.

Hahaha did i re-enact 'that J incident' again? thats up to you to decipher. man that was funny. But hey i see you up on your spot, man. Doing things you feel for is good, and little things like irritating people cant really faze mighty playas, brother. RESPECT!! *fist pounds chest twice*

And besides feeling groggy, i am fresh and am going to hit the books. The battle is in our favour. Lethargy has been beaten on all fronts. Press on!