Last night I dreamt that I stepped out, stood back, and looked at my life.
Then I scribbled all over it with a purple crayon.
I hate the colour purple.
About Me
- Emily
- Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
- "This is my only hope
This is the way to freedom
The burning down of me
This is the grace we have known
The mercy we’re shown
The truth, the way
Where life begins again"
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5 comments:
actually, that is fairly poetic. perhaps not your intention, but certain interpretations make it thus.
actually, it was really weird.. I had barely fallen asleep and I dreamt this and then woke up and what I wrote in the blog was exactly the first thing that popped into my head. so I'm not sure that I really had any intention.. but I thought it was strange and I needed to write it down so I could ponder it some more... It's open to interpretation.
Hmm... was that the day we were talking about the fact that purple used to be your favourite colour but you hate it now, and therefore own nothing purple that you could wear to the "wear purple" event at school? No, I think that conversation was a week earlier. Maybe you have delayed dreams. haha What about the movie... have you seen The Colour Purple or did you boycott it?
Oops, I guess that should've been The Color Purple, since it's in the U.S.A.
By the way, both of these posts are from Aunt Mare.
haha no this was a different day.. I actually thought afterwards that there must've been some connection to something during the day, but I couldn't come up with anything. Oddly enough it seemed to be a day when I hadn't thought about or discussed purple with anyone.. haha
I haven't seen 'The Color Purple' although I've thought about watching it a few times.. every time I see it on the shelf at Rogers I think maybe I should rent it, but then I think of all the other things I'd rather watch and I rent those movies instead. :)
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