I WISH I WAS THE MOON TONIGHT, BY NEKO CASE
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Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I've become
I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight
Last night I dreamt I had forgotten my name
'Cause I had sold my soul but awoke just the same
I'm so lonely
I wish I was the moon tonight
God blessed me, I'm a free man
With no place free to go
I'm paralyzed and collared-tight
No pills for what I fear
This is crazy
I wish I was the moon tonight
Chimney falls and lovers blaze
Thought that I was young
Now I've freezing hands and bloodless veins
As numb as I've become
I'm so tired,
I wish I was the moon tonight
How will you know if you found me at least
'Cause I'll be the one, be the one, be the one
With my heart in my lap
I'm so tired, I'm so tired
I wish I was the moon tonight

Last night, I didn't dream that I'd forgotten my name or that I was the moon, but I definitely did dream that I wasn't here. (The song, btw, is a by a new artist I'm loving).

I first dreamt that Robert, Stephanie, another woman that I didn't know and I were moving into our apartment in our city in our middle eastern country. I can see the apartment right this moment as clear as if I were there right this moment. There were three beds within eye shot of the front door, all with dark, reddy colored blankets. One was in its own room (of course), and the other two shared a room. The kitchen was the to the left of the main room where you entered, which was sort of like what we would call a "living room" (or what MY family calls a living room, the more formal room). There was hardly any furniture in this room, which I thought strange, though it seemed to be decorated well enough. Beyond this room, we could see a room where there was a couch, so I figured that to be the "family room." We were greetly warmly by a tall-ish round lady who knew Robert, and put our things in the first bedroom. What I remember most about the whole thing is the bed linens. They were the strangest, reddish-rustiest color. I didn't want this dream to end.

But of course it did, because apparently I needed to dream about sky diving, only not sky diving on purpose. I was assigned to cover someone doing it, and didn't mean to cover them all the way out of the plane, I just happened to be so into the story that I followed them all the way out. I didn't have a parachute on, so as I went down, I was frozen in fear almost the whole way, but I remember thinking, "Hey, if I can just wiggle around enough at about 5,000 ft., I think I'll slow down and be able to stick the landing." It worked.

When I woke up, I thought to myself, "I was so scared stiff during that dream, I wonder if I've just had a seizure?" because there are types of seizures that are basically where you stiffen up SO tight at night during your sleep. BUT, then I realized that I didn't feel tense or tight at all, and settled on the fact that I was just a freak with a freaky dream freaking out!