Last night I had all of these strange and sometimes frightening dreams.
In one I was saving a wolf pup that ended up slaughtering Penelope. I carried her gasping for breath, limp body in my arms and blood poured from the wound on her neck. I think it was about making bad deciscions with the right intentions.
Another was about vampires and werewolves and I don't even read or watch Twilight. We were being chased and I was so close to being safe when everyone else gave up the fight. I watched as Adam took a large knife and slashed his arms and face. Maybe this was about resignation, the fear of immortality, and the grotesque nature of love.
I also dreamt that I was on the brink of infidelity. I was at a bedside attempting to manage the awkward leap between friends and secret lovers. Turning something over and over in my hands, our fingers touched. Just then he comes bursting in, attempting to either stop or catch my mistake. I realize that it would have been a selfish mistake and that my feelings for him are more altruistic than I realize. This dream must have been about some sort of fear of commitment and the doubts that can sometimes plauge one's heart. I may be in love but even I have secret fears.
These are the things I wake up thinking about.
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