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Saturday, November 22, 2003 song for a sleepwalker No more will I play along, and no more will I tell myself, how it's gonna be from now on. 'Cause I've been stalling in between, and I've been draggin' my feet, making bets that this isn't happening. And I sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground, while the real world is trying to reach me. And when the rain comes down, I see it all now. Standing on the great divide, of some collision between, ordinary and imaginary lives. And this could be your lucky day, 'cause if tomorrow ever comes, you'll be looking, looking the other way. And you sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground, while the real world is trying to reach you. With stories that you, already knew. It pulls you, and, pushes you. And you sleepwalk around, two feet off the ground, while the real world is trying to reach you. And when the rain comes down, you find yourself now. Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere. ********************************************* blog for a sleep rummager a funny thing happened on the way to achieving unconsciousness... the other night, thursday night, i had a horrible dream/waking reality. following the hideousness on the train ride home, my arms felt all light the whole night and i generally did not feel well. i slept a restless sleep. i remember sitting up in bed, while asleep... and looking urgently at this pile of sheets and plastic folders with a random assortment of papers in them. i felt this desperate need to rummage through them, proceeded to do so (the papers were arm's length from my bed) and was looking for something, but i couldn't find it.... i thought 'screw it' and then i returned to normal sleep. i thought i must've had one messed up dream and that my powers of dreaming were severely weakened, if now THAT was the best i could come up with. i then looked to my left to see a pile of pages crumpled up, in complete disarray. let's just say i was freaked. posted by AJ | 1:52 PM | | ||
