Monday, March 01, 2004
Hold Fast To Dreams
Well my creativity is back, with a vengeance. Like a 4 ton wrecking ball to the face. Seems it was out searching for something, well it was looking for what I'm afraid of. This may sound a bit ostentatious, but not a whole lot of things really scare me, but a few hours ago I had a dream that really rattled me. When I woke from it, I had only been asleep for an hour. I lay silent in my bed for a good fifteen minutes panting and palpitating, then got dressed and went outside. A cigarrette couldn't shake it, as I went over every revenant detail, trying to figure out where that came from. I really wanted someone to talk to, but it's difficult to find someone who will really listen to you at 4:30 in the morning, so I walked out to Landis Green, a clear area of grass smack in the middle of campus. The fountain in the center provided a calming sound of rushing water, as I munched on some sweets I had bought on the way and drudged through my memories of it. It gave rise to ideas, quite a bit of them. Two movies I thought of as a result, one based on the dream I had just had, and the other a title (I'm going to throw out the title to people right now, because I've had bad luck with good titles in the past, "Lunatic High") and an idea. The creative juices started flowing, as well as the sugar, and I paced in a wide circle around the fountain, for about an hour, or until campus began to rouse and people started appearing. It was an interesting night.
This thought disintegrated at 7:03 AM
