Number 1

Time: 10 minutes
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Dreams are just something people have. You wake up, and go shower, and poof - they're gone. But there are things that dreams can tell us, things taht they can show us. Focusing on the cnocking coming from outside, your mind drifts. You think of things, perhaps remember half-forgotten worlds, shapes, places. Of course my handwriting sucks! These places, shapes, colors, worlds are what are important to the writer. MY hand hurts, but I keep on writing. Why? Because if I stop I'll lose track. I had a point.

Creative writing is something I use to escape. It is a way to bring otehrs into my dreams with the me. While yes, they can be explicit, they can be wonderful even without that! MY novel was a collection of stream of consciousness, so this is not my first time doing this. This can even be done collaboratively. "I got 500 words." "Oh yeah? I got 1000!" These screams were a big part of november, and I loved it. I am eageerly awaiting it again, for november is when I escape. It is my escape. To a world where trains fly, a world where DC is just a hozx, a world where I am the only person in a frozen, barren ocean.

But I love it. There is no room for loneliness when you're exploring. Are we done yet? Sorry for making you read my ramblings and decipher my handwriting. This is why I type. I wonder if I can escape again. Let a dream I had take me over. But no, I can't remember my dreams from last night. I never can. But those that can, I envy. They can live two lives, while we mortals are stuck with one. Yes, just one life. Doesn't seem right, no?

I never knew I could be so poetic. I suppose I'm just flattering myself, but...

... A new sheet of paper. A blank slate, nothing to see, nothing to do. Sometimes I love multitasking. I keep writing. I sneak a glance at others, a page full, a half-page. I bet they're neater. Wow my handwriting is bad by now.

Onto dreams again. I watched What Dreams May Come in english class in HS. Very colorful. My dreams can be, but my love was not killed in a car crash. Ha! Love. As if a 20-year-old can know anything of it. Romantic notions - while a dream, best remain there. Sigh. Yes, I just sighed. My hand hurts again, and I wonder how much rambling I can do.
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About Me

I'm a computer science major who enjoys creative writing. Currently attending University of Maryland, College Park.

All the posts on this blog will be free-writing, with no editing but conversion to text.