Leave it to me to yell at myself in my sleep. I would love to say, I used to struggle with a few things – and then I remind myself.. that when I least expect it, my sub-conscience makes sure to jump in and make sure I don’t forget. I guess the trust is, I am completely scared of life and most importantly genuine emotions.
On a short drive to a friend’s house, I reflected on how I least expected that in my dream. I can only tell that by my reaction. I seemed confused and completely off guard which wouldn’t be the case at all. I usually proceed with caution – but this time it wasn’t at that house, it was somewhere else, that I have not seen before.
When I got to Jeremy’s, he was watching Les Miserables. I walked in seconds after this song started and like the drama music boy that he is, he paused the movie to tell me the long back story and make sure that my heart was completely broken before I watched the following scene. I caught myself thinking, “I don’t usually pay attention to the crap on his TV, but when I do, of course it’s something like this.”
I Dreamed a Dream
It was the single most depressing scene to hear about. I didn’t see much else of the movie because I was not there very long. Well – she dies, that was sad. It was enough to set the perspective straight for a little while at least.