Introspective

I had this dream

Almost pitch black, I was standing on the shore, the water splashing at my ankles, I anticipated iciness, but one doesn’t typically feel in a dream. If I squinted enough, I could make out the silhouette of a mountain chain out on the horizon, gently glittered with civilization and barely contrasting against the dark, grey/blue sky. There was a figure bobbing along in the waves, I can’t tell you what prompted me to dive in the water after it, but I did. I remember being afraid to die, the water seemed to pull and drag me down, I couldn’t breathe. There were times where was completely blanketed under water, but i always managed to pull through, until I finally approached my prize, took hold of it, and swam back to shore. It was an old sweater, drenched in the seawater, torn, and chained in seaweed. The sweater did, actually, belong to me, I probably lost it my sophomore year, a black pullover, v-neck.

Upon examining my discovery, I heard someone whistling the National Anthem in the distance. This is the cool part; the melody of the anthem bounced off the mountains, and was whispered and hummed hauntingly by “voices” carried on the wind, and in the rumbling and crashing of the waves. The “voices” weren’t at all human, it was as though the waves and winds emitted particular pitches to match the whistling.. I can’t describe it. 

Whatever, this is boring anyway.

I’m no where near completed with my scrapbook project that, of course, is due tomorrow. Gonna be tired as hell for gradnight. I’ve just been tired in general these days; i can’t focus on anything. Not even on my own thoughts or what’s been happening lately really at all. It’s been a weird few months.