#cyraes

Okay so, one time, I had this really wild dream of running around some like suburbs area or the like, it had a lot of like, parks and shit and trees and very cool athmospheric lamp lighting. It was also wet, like it had rained, like perfect cool night weather with the full moon up there. Anyways, back to me running, I was quite literally running away from someone (somthing?) I just remember a human shaped shadow following me around. I think it had a coat on and like, maybe a hat? Dunno, ask my brain. Anyways, at some point I had to stop running because it was cold and my chest hurt in the dream. And bam, there was the whatever was chasing me at the end of the street. And then it shot me, square on the chest. BUT! I did not wake up. Well, I did wake up, but I woke up still in my dream, and in a hospital. So I guess I survived being shot in a dream. And then I woke up for reals.(Anyways, turns out me having this running away from things dreams twice a month was just the repression, this sorta funky dream stopped after I came out as a lesbian. Bye funky running dream, you won’t be missed.)Ah, there was also that time I had this dream about dying on my 27th birthday, but then I’d wake up again as me from a different reality/universe, but like 2 or so years before my 27th birthday and knowing what happened to all the previous me’s. Always thought this was a cool book idea or whatever.No, I don’t do drugs, this is just my brain all the time actually.

And honestly who came up with flamingo anyway, long-leg bird makes way more sense

If you had sent 3 more it would have been 69 sunflowers ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

Ok this turned into a straight up love letter, whoops