leningrad

Such strange dreams...

How can I dream of people I've never met? Morgan and I sat in a nursery of sorts. I could hear the sounds of children playing. She looked at me as though what she had to say was the most important thing in the world. Being a dream, of course I forgot. We walked a bit, down a street I've never seen in real life. There are parts to the middle of the dream, but I've forgotten them already. At the end, she left a book for me on a table. A girl told me she had gone away. It was a book of fairy tales, she had signed it with something profound. Again, elusive. I woke up.

I went to bed in the midst of a terrible fever last night. I felt like I was going to freeze but I was so hot that my skin hurt. Every movement of my head made me dizzy. Lotus took care of me though, Without her, I don't imagine I would've been able to sleep at all. I'm still feeling pretty crummy. The fever is gone, but I'm still pretty shaky. My head aches and I don't want to go to work, but I will. Long day; I can't afford to not go.

I wish I could remember what she said... I probably won't post anything about this is her journal. Hard to tell someone, especially a SuicideGirl, that you had a drem about them without sounding like some kind of wierdo.

Feeling strange...