Dreams
Heh,
I’m playing music while I sleep tonight.
I know myself. And I know that when I sleep with music on (without words though), I have dreams. Normally dreams around the theme of the music. So sad music brings sad dreams, happy music = happy dreams. Etc.
Tonight I’m putting in a fair mixture. Happy, Sad, Angry,… love.
Please, let her be with me tonight.
~Bruce
Heres to hoping she’s in your dreams! =)
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ryn: hahaha. Okay, it’s not that…it’s just, I don’t want someone to just take me as I am; I want someone to challenge me everyday to be better. Call me on my bullshit, don’t let me think I’m everything when I’m not – give me a reality check…and all the while, hug me. hmm..okay, you’re right, we are strange critters. This poor guy doesn’t stand a chance does he? Maybe I’ll break the mold and
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make this work! This was a really sweet entry. How did the dreams work out? =] I don’t think I could stop dreaming if I tried. Every night! It’s insane.
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ryn: and it’s not just that actually. It’s just, women are so used to actually BEING with jerks, that when a nice guy comes around, you can’t help but have your defences. All of them are nice at first. It hurts more to be hurt by a guy you thought was sweet and kind, than it does to be hurt by a guy who is a selfproclaimed mean guy. do I make any sense? lol.
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I agree; this was a sweet entry.
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