Yes. I love Christina Rossetti.

Oh gosh, I had the most bizarre dream.

It started out as an innocent gathering of friends. A close friend of mine (lets call him HE) was the odd one out at the gathering, since I was the only one HE knew. Everyone was chatting happily, but HE was sitting on this couch next to a girl, looking very gloomy. HE did not look at me at all, throughout the gathering, but I felt a pang of sadness, as he was left out.

Finally, everyone decided to go swimming in the pool outside. The entire place turned out to look like one of those slummy two storey boarding houses/motel. Everyone happily went down. It was only after a while, tthat I realised that HE did not come. I went up to give him some company, thinking that HE was being left out, but came to an empty room. My maid suddenly came in, and said that HE was leaving, and passed the message through her to say goodbye. Feeling afraid that HE would be sore from being left out, I rushed down to the gate, which was a slope downwards to a very tall, steel gate with a guardhouse. HE was walking in for some reason, as if HE had forgotten something, and was shocked to see me. I walked him to and apologised, and HE said it was ok. But as I continued talking to him, HE grabbed both sides of my face, and kissed me on the lips.

After a moment of shock, I reached out and slapped him on the face. HE looked unfazed and grinned, reaching in for another kiss. I started panicking, and tried to slap him again, but it was as if I had no strength, and I felt completely helpless. HE grabbed me by my waist, and kissed me again, running his fingers down my spine, and I was so scared. I struggled and struggled, but I felt so weak and helpless, like I didn't have any strength at all. After a long time of harrassing, I managed to get out of his grasp, and I ran.

I knew HE was following me up the boarding house, and somehow as I was running, HE was walking very calmly up, with this look on his face that didn't seem like him anymore. When I had got up there, everyone was gone, and I let out a sob that I was alone, but suddenly, my maid walked into the room, and I let out a yelp of joy, and begged her to stay with me, and she accompanied me home. HE had disappeared, but I could feel that HE was somewhere there, waiting for an opportunity. I stayed in my maid's room that night.

It was so horrific. It was like one of those scary movies, where I had to go hide out in different places just so HE couldn't get me, like my brother's place, and my maid's friend's place, and had to have someone by me at all times. And when no one was there, HE would somewhat appear, and the same struggle would happen again. Once HE came close to raping me, and I managed to get away, scarred but otherwise alright. All the struggles with him are like a blur, and in these blurs his face completely disappeared, as if HE had become one stranger, though I constantly said his name with fear.

I don't know where I get these ideas from. But it sort of amuses me that I have movies playing in my head. Nonetheless, I don't like bizarre dreams.



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monica: haha. dear! you're not emo!

mich: Maybe I'll take a pic when I get a camera. And sonnet writing is tres hard to write. I tried before. Argh... Who's emokid?

RINE: MOOSE! =D