Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

Originally Posted by Cacophony

I'm with my ex boyfriend, we're in a very small house. Outside looks almost like a marsh land, the moon is out and there is a small creek running through tall grass. There are so many fire flies that I can't tell them apart from the stars.

He decided that he wanted to cover up his tattoo's and he wanted me to tattoo him. I ended up doing a huge fairy sitting on his back and implanted feathers in the wings. Then, on his arm I did this giant fairy standing with all these different colors swirling together.

I decided I was going to build up my piercing portfolio... apparently the tattoo shop I want to work at is attached to the house I am in. I walk inside the shop and all the employee's are there and are admiring the tattoo I did. I wander off to the creek and am stumbling through darkness. A lot of friends and family members come and ask me if I want anything to eat, and they tell me I have to get it myself because they won't make anything vegetarian. I tell them that I don't mind, I just want a forty. Somehow, a forty appears and I walk down by the creek to drink it.

When I get to the creek I have a really hard time sitting down correctly. I'm sort of slipping in and out of the muddy grass, but I'm trying desperately not to get mud on me. My ex comes and sits with me and I tell him I have to leave and he stays there.

I go inside a different house... I walk outside and sit on the porch and some guy who apparently is a math tutor comes up to me and starts talking in gibberish about math. I see a car pull up and inside is my best friend from years ago. I've been thinking about her a lot lately because I haven't seen her since her dad was murdered - her and her family kind of disappeared. As she got out of the car I ran to her and she seemed to not quite recognize me. Finally she starts to remember who I am and we wander off away from her family (her dad was there too).

We go and sit in my room and start peeking inside of this giant box that has appeared in my room. There are strange movies playing inside and we keep talking together about how life is better when you close your eyes and open them for small instants, like taking pictures of life because it's always better through the image. I haven't seen her in so long and I think it's so crazy that she's showed up at my house. She starts talking about an old friend we used to hang out with and I remember that he died a few years ago of cancer when he was 21. I tell her this and she cries in my arms.