2003-12-01 - 11:01 a.m.
My dreams were messed up last night. It was all to do with a conversation on the phone I had and the music I cried to while in bed.
" I dont know where to go, but you got to be there. I dont know where to fall but I know that it's comfortable where I dont know where it is. So I knock on the door and I am on a train, going god knows where to, to get me over, to get me over. I was hoping the train was my big number. I dont know what it is to get me over." - Rufus Wainwright.
So, I was catching a train, and asked these women in front of me which platform to be on for the train I was catching. They said I was on the right one, but then they realised we had to go to the opposite one. They said "we can either cross the train tracks or follow that long path around to the other side." The long path turned out to be these massive sculptures of twisted and looping marble that we had to try and climb up and around. It was impossible to climb them, so we went back down to the platform and I stared at the train down the tracks which had just seemed to stop, deciding whether or not to cross the tracks, and then that part of the dream ended. It was the most symbolic part of the dream. The other parts seemed like a nightmare; parts I don't want to write down in case they get stuck inside my memory.
