Melancholy dream
Aug. 23rd, 2002 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robotech_masterJust before I woke up, I had the craziest dream…
It had changed and mutated over the course of the night; originally I'd been writing a story or something, or playing a game against a friend of mine, but in its final form, I was about to leave with my Mom & Dad to board a spaceship to colonize another world. I had to leave nearly all of my possessions behind, and it was the most melancholy feeling in the world to know that there were all these books, all these videotapes I would never see again; all the notebooks I had filled with mechanical pencil-scrawled stories earlier in my life; all the Internet fanfic stories I'd left unfinished. I hadn't even said goodbye to my friends—but maybe I'd be able to email them from the shuttle. I'd already run back into the house once or twice to get something I forgot, to see scavengers who were staying on Earth going through my books and videotapes. I'd just come back out to the family's car again, hurrying so we could get a good place in line, and my Dad suggested I should go back for that case of heavy-duty sunscreen I'd forgotten, and I woke up.
I'll write some about my K.C. trip later on.
It had changed and mutated over the course of the night; originally I'd been writing a story or something, or playing a game against a friend of mine, but in its final form, I was about to leave with my Mom & Dad to board a spaceship to colonize another world. I had to leave nearly all of my possessions behind, and it was the most melancholy feeling in the world to know that there were all these books, all these videotapes I would never see again; all the notebooks I had filled with mechanical pencil-scrawled stories earlier in my life; all the Internet fanfic stories I'd left unfinished. I hadn't even said goodbye to my friends—but maybe I'd be able to email them from the shuttle. I'd already run back into the house once or twice to get something I forgot, to see scavengers who were staying on Earth going through my books and videotapes. I'd just come back out to the family's car again, hurrying so we could get a good place in line, and my Dad suggested I should go back for that case of heavy-duty sunscreen I'd forgotten, and I woke up.
I'll write some about my K.C. trip later on.
