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The hardest part is letting go of your dreams

2007-04-03 - 11:01 p.m.

Reading:Nothing Feels Good - Andy Greenwald
Listening to: Sleep - My Chemical Romance
Wishing: I had a car

WOOH!!!! I GOT MY P'S TODAY!!!! *dances in happy circle* I'm so happy I got them first go! I was so nervous though.

I only realised last night that since I've been having frequent MCR related dreams [they are completely random, like arguing with Mikey about how to wash his socks] I have had hardly any night terrors or even nightmares. I used to have them so frequently, sometimes several nights a week.

But now, I only have them about once a month if that. I think my brain is forcing me to have the MCR dreams as kind of a distraction from the terrors.

The first time I heard Sleep, it gave me chills. Especially this part where Gee is talking and says "and sometimes I see the people I love dying", 'cos I have those too.

I love at the end when he is screaming 'WAKE UP' over and over. Hell, I love that entire song, down to Mikey's bass, Ray and Frank's guitars and Bob's drums.

The most recent noteworthy one was the other night. I had a dream I was in a hotel elevator wearing my elmo hoodie pjs. The elevator stops at a floor, the doors open, and in shuffles Gerard, wearing his Jack Skellington pjs. We stand there, side by side. Silence ensues. The elevator moves off.
Gerard, staring straight ahead: "I like your pjs"
Me, also staring straight ahead: "Thanks. I like yours too"
Gerard: "Yeah, they're pretty sweet. What you heading down for?"
Me: "Someone already opened my Sprite in the minibar."
Gerard: "Ah."
Me: "You?"
Gerard: "Same actually. There must be a Sprite thief"
*shows me bottle of Sprite*
Me: "It's a serious issue"
*moment of silence*
Gerard: "Wanna swap?"
Me: "Swap what? Flat Sprite bottles?"
Gerard: "No. pjs."
Me: "Er, sure."
*Gerard promptly strips down to boxers, and waits patiently while I strip down to singlet and undies*
*We swap pjs, his are still warm and smell like cigarette smoke mixed with fresh masculine smell*
*moment of silence*
*doors open and I watch Gerard walk ahead in my slightly tight purple elmo pjs. I follow in his slightly baggy Jack Skellington pjs*

sing - scream

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