anarchie de tous les jours.

wish i knew what

but very weird and too realistic. For an hour or so in that post-sleep, pre-awake fuzz, I was quite happy believing that my dream had been what had actually happened last night.

So I was with these two girls who I know in real life, and for whatever reason I had to get off with one of them. I did, but we both knew there was no actual sexual meaning behind it, it’s just that we had to do it.

Then we’re all laying on this king-size bed, not actually doing anything. The sheets are white, there’s this very thin linen-like material draped over the bed, also white, the walls were white, our clothes were white - I don’t think I was wearing a top but I had white trousers on and these two girls both had simple white dresses. I was on the far right of the bed, the one I’d kissed was to my left in the middle of us, and the other lass was at the far end.

Next thing I can remember is that we’re all at this party in a large house, decced out like Evil Eye, all coloured in muted purples and turquoise and pink and such, and there’s loud music, no idea what genre, and everyone’s having a good time. I’m pretty sure the two girls from before are still there, but I’ve lost where they are now, and everyone else is new to me. At some point I meet this other girl, really cute, clad in black, shoulder-length black hair, with a simple little tattoo on her left cheek. Can’t remember what of, but that was just in black as well. But even though she was all-black (and her skin wasn’t pale white, but kinda lightly tanned), she didn’t remind me of a goth or anything. She was just a lovely girl. And we got talking, and we kissed (this time not because we had to, we just did), and I felt like I’d properly fallen for her. Then for whatever reason I’d decided I was just gonna pop outside, probably just to cool down or something, and I opened this door which led out onto the oddest, tiniest balcony ever. No railings or anything, it was just a square big enough to hold one person and to the left there were some things that looked like steps but that I felt shouldn’t be used as steps. To the right was nothing, I was at the corner of the building. It was dark as well, probably about 1am. Not many lights were on, but the balcony I was stood on looked like it was illuminating itself. I thought it was made of limestone or something and it had this really natural shape to it, like stalagmites. It looked like I was about 5 or 6 storeys high, and I was overlooking this town or small city that looked like it was out of the Czech Republic or Croatia or Bulgaria. Some really picturesque Eastern European place. I decided to climb down those not-steps steps, with a brown beer bottle in one hand, no idea why but I wanted to get down there. It wasn’t far, my head ended up level with the balcony-ish thing I’d been stood on. Then I decided I wanted to get back up so I could go back inside, but it felt perilous (I think I actually thought the word perilous as I did it) because I was kinda drunk and so many storeys high on this tiny little balcony thing. But I managed to climb back up, got back inside, and found this girl I’d fallen for with the little tattoo on her left cheek and was happy just to be with her. Then somehow I caught wind that what I did, I shouldn’t have done, because apparently you can’t go outside then come back inside without having to pay to get back in again unless you had a little stamp or something on your hand. I had no stamp, and I couldn’t remember having to pay to get in in the first place. But people were telling me that Pirate Pete (I think was his name) was the guard on Door 3 (the one I’d used) and that now he was coming for me. Somehow I was at the top of some flight of stairs, sitting down on a step looking at the party below me, where everyone else was looking back up at me or waiting for Pirate Pete to show up. When he did, it turned out he was the head of a purple spectre, no body or anything, just a head. Otherwise he looked like a typical Blackbeard-y type pirate. Just with a purple aura and no body. And he found me and started shouting some righteous piratey rage at me, and I could feel that everyone was scared for me, but when he’d finished I just made some sarcy quip, set him straight that what I’d done was no biggy, and he just sorta went “hmm, yeah, I suppose you’re right” and cleared off again. Then I found my girl again (I really felt like she was my girl by now, and I was her boy) and then I woke up courtesy of Edith Bowman on Radio 1.

For about an hour I believed that had been real. Then it struck me that I didn’t know a girl with a tattoo on her cheek and that I was actually single still. Depressing.

Then at lunch I realised that a floating purple pirate head wasn’t realistic anyway.

I can never remember my dreams, so why’s this one so vivid? And what the hell does it mean?

furtivelungs:

theinspirationtree:

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and my bass

Yeah, acoustic’s good and all, but I get tired of it after a while. Sometimes you need an electric guitar and an amp to just be let loose on.

i had no love interest at all

then monday evening i found one. bloody amazing.

an hour or so after in the club we both went to, i found i had another. except they’re both best friends and i felt kinda committed to the first girl. so i didn’t kiss the second girl or anything and tried my best to let her down as gently as i could.

woke up yesterday morning feeling pretty damn good about the first girl but still pretty fucking awful about the second.

found out yesterday evening that the reason i couldn’t find the first girl in the club we went to is because she left early with my mate to bang him.

woke up this morning wondering what the fuck to do, if i should even do anything at all, and saw on facebook the second girl’s in a relationship with another bloke anyway.

fml