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savetheearth2013-05-15 04:45 pm
ursoreckless) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-15 04:45 pm
voice {phone call}
I dreamed I had died. [Shou's voice is soft and deep with a slight accent but he's being pretty careful with his English instead of running his words together like he does when he's excited. He really is not sure if anyone is listening to this and he wants to make sure that he sounds like he knows what he is doing.]
It's not really that weird; I mean we've all had those kind of dreams where things happen and you fall or where you can't breathe or you're stuck in an action movie or something. We've all had dreams like that, but... Nothing was happening. I was just sitting in this car, watching the sun rise. My skin was on fire and the sun was rising and then someone started singing.
The weirdest thing about the dream wasn't that I was scared about burning alive, but that I was finally at peace. I don't get it. Why would a dream about dying make me feel that?
[He sighs, his chair creaking as he leans back in it.]
I guess that's why it's a dream, right? Figuring it out would take away the wonder of it. Anyways, since this is actually connecting to something instead of giving me a 'number not available' spew, I should probably say hi.
[He has looked at the info on the network, but he still is going to ask this last bit.] Anyone care to fill me in on what's going on?
It's not really that weird; I mean we've all had those kind of dreams where things happen and you fall or where you can't breathe or you're stuck in an action movie or something. We've all had dreams like that, but... Nothing was happening. I was just sitting in this car, watching the sun rise. My skin was on fire and the sun was rising and then someone started singing.
The weirdest thing about the dream wasn't that I was scared about burning alive, but that I was finally at peace. I don't get it. Why would a dream about dying make me feel that?
[He sighs, his chair creaking as he leans back in it.]
I guess that's why it's a dream, right? Figuring it out would take away the wonder of it. Anyways, since this is actually connecting to something instead of giving me a 'number not available' spew, I should probably say hi.
[He has looked at the info on the network, but he still is going to ask this last bit.] Anyone care to fill me in on what's going on?