speed

was it real? i stood above the other faces words fell from my mouth i forgot more than half of the things that i wanted to say and fumbled with the microphone later on, someone asked “have you given the speech yet?” “yes, i have.” the night blazed on faces came and went it was over before I felt I had a grip on things »

crash or crash through

Dream (last Saturday morning): I hop into a car with…somebody (not sure who). He’s driving. We seem to be leaving from my parents’ house, and he’s driving rather quickly, not stopping as we cross the intersections. When we reach Springvale Rd, he turns right without stopping. We go too wide, and miss the road. We miss the service lane, too. “So this is it,” I think, “we’re crashing”, and let my body relax as we head straight for a house. »