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Zombie Apocalypse

A strange kind of apocalypse, a silent one, a deserted one. The crisp cool morning air under a light blue sky as I walk down the street.
I enter a store, and then . . . suddenly a low rumble reverberates through the store. It hits me then, I was alone, utterly alone in the zombie-land.

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Often when dreaming of Zombies the theme is a “Zombie Apocalypse”. You may have an apocalyptic dream when dealing with a major transition or life changing event because life, as you currently know it, is coming to an end. You may be feeling lost and unsure about the future. Some part of you has “died” and yet you still survive – the world as you know it is coming to an end, but you continue to breathe and fear what the future will bring.

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I know I am to care, and I do.

I know I am to suffer, but I don’t.

I wait for the pain to come, I wait for the tears to flow, I wait for my soul to be tortured and my heart to be wretched but I feel nothing.

I feel nothing but the silence and the calmness that nothingness brings.

Nothingness and the care for someone who doesn’t care.

How can it be that if I care, I feel nothing?

If I Love You

If I love you and I don’t tell you,
Is because I love you,
And I don’t want to lose you.

If I love you and I don’t tell you,
I’m sure you already know it,
And I don’t want to lose you.

If I love you and I don’t tell you,
Is because I’m afraid,
Afraid that you don’t love me.

If I love you and don’t tell you,
Is because I know you’ll be afraid,
And you will run away from yourself and what you feel.

If I love you and I don’t tell you
Is because I love you,
So there it is.

I die

I die a little when you are mean to me, because I love you.
I die a little when you don’t ask me out to concerts, because I love you.
I die a little when you don’t answer my texts right away, because I love you.
I die a little when you are silent to my questions, because I love you.

I understand why you are mean to me, because I love you.
I know why don’t ask me out to concerts, because I love you.
I know you don’t have to answer my texts right away, because I love you.
I respect your silence, because I love you.

Because I love you,
Because I love you,
Because I love you,
And you don’t love me.

Dream number . . . 8?

We were both at a friends house, she was having a party, like she sometimes do. I think it was a Halloween party since I was dressed like Velma from the Scooby Doo cartoon. He asked me to go for a walk with him and I said yes.
We stepped out into the night, we were in the middle of a prairie – a small prairie in the middle of the city. The grass smelled, it had just stopped raining and the night was dark except for the starts above. He was smiling and talking to me then he asked me to lay down on the grass.
As I lay down I could feel the dampness on my back, but I could hear nothing except his voice. The silence was absolute except for him. No brittle grass blades crunching under my weight, no night insects, no city hum . . . Only him.
I lay on my back, on the grass and he on top of me with our arms around each other. We kissed. Strangely as it may sound I remember mostly our tongues, his tongue running over my lips. And then he kissed my neck and I looked up at the stars, millions of them in against the darkest of night skies.
What are you looking at?
Up at the stars.
We didn’t have much time, he said, if we waited any longer it would be too late. We had to do it all in secret, he said as he unbuttoned my blouse.
Very amusing I thought, since everyone had seen us going out together into the night, holding hands and well, we were not back yet.