Today Is March.

wearing: striped shirt, flaire jeans, columbia coat
eating: evian water
listening to: im in durham.

I had a strange dream lastnight about a little girl with a passionate determination to drown herself. Somehow she wound up in my custody, and we were in the wilderness somewhere. I jumped into the river to save her, after that I didn't let her out of my sight. Then she would wander away from camp towards the dock to fall in the water and just kind of hang there, suspended, hoping to die. I, of course, followed her every time and pulled her to safety, and hugged her and told her she shouldn't do that. And, of course, she would go and do it again. One of the last times she did it, I wasn't paying attention, and by the time I realized she was under the water, she had sunk really far down. I dove in head first and she had her hand out, reaching for me to help her. I brought her to the surface, and when I had her in my arms sitting on the dock, some boys came by who she made friends with. I was really happy watching her play with them, and when they left I told her that her friends care about her and would be really sad if she died. And she had so much to live for. I had to go soon, and someone else would have to take care of her, but since I knew how she was, I was really worried. I was at camp and someone with authority over me (I forget who) but they told me I had to go - then I realized the new person wasn't watching the little girl, and the girl was nowhere in sight. I ran down to the dock in a panic, and when I got there I knew she had gone under and it was already too late. I looked down at my feet and there was a little white flower at the place where she would always go into the water. I fell to my knees and cried.
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Weird. Another thing I remember about my dream, is that even though days went by, it was never night. It would be dusk or dawn, but never night. And the water was the most beautiful shade of green. The little girl wore a white dress, much like Cecilia's from the movie lastnight, but she was much too young to be Cecilia. Come to think of it, The Virgin Suicides probably had alot to do with that dream.

la dee da!
Time for bed.

NiGhT NiGhT!