Hazy Daisie

It's been so long it almost seems like a new beginning.

Last night I recall beating someone repeatedly before I woke. There was no real disillusioned, or blown out of proportion feeling to the dream. I was with my family, having some sort of picnic with my niece, Melody. There were men chasing us about because of some conflict I had with them. I've never been one for conflict, so I attacked them from the safety of the dream world I was in. Their numbers seemed to grow, as they chased me through the environment of middle class themed family restaurants and grassy hills. Once I began to hide they were more apparent in their disorganized state of pursuit. As they grew separated I found myself feeling more secure to combat them, but as I did I noticed the others closing in and would flee again. Now that I was able to lose them, I was free to return to my niece and family.

It was really a beautiful dream, but when I awoke I realized that I had some responsibilities today that required my attention. I am going to Central Casting, in Burbank, for a course in background acting.

These are the daze of our lives.

-a