The Torn and the Faded

I don't mean to be blunt, but why don't you fuck off?

21 September 2011

extrasupervery

I've had this dream a few times. Not enough that I count it as recurring. But more than once; three times maybe. It leaves me feeling calm, but in a sort of clinically detached way, like I've become a robot while I slept.

In this dream, I am recording a vlog for YouTube, for my friends and family to see. I am so calm and so carefully controlled. I begin by apologising for the words I am about to speak, but I didn't know any other way to do this. The thought of having this conversation more than once makes me feel sick. And I am sick. In this dream, I have cancer, or some other non-specified life-threatening illness, and I am sitting in front of my webcam and calmly talking into it to tell everyone I know that I might die.