to America

Date: 4/3/2024

had a nap today was a doozy. can’t remember the details of the dream super well. i recall skulle, myself and some of the other girlfriends went to america. i was thinking ya u can really tell it’s not canada just by some subtle differences in the way things are. i recall being on the side of the street in the rain and feeling like a bum while walking with skulle. i cannot for the life of me recall our motives but we were out for some time before going to some large house with lots of pink projector lights. the house wasn’t ours i think it might’ve belonged to younger people. i remember feeling not fully wanted there. somehow some of the girls and i i guess decided to go back home. but we didn’t go to the actual nova scotia we went to some beautiful dream land. idek how we got there or anything but the next scene was this beautiful summer day full of green with a grand golden sun. there was this super tall wooden ramshackle kind of house that was just fabulous. we went inside and i saw fury sitting there in his room, i guess it was his house with some guys. he had big square headphones and sat on his bed. i somewhat smiled to him and put a hand up, he barely looked over and just continued enjoying his music i guess. i went up another flight and pushed a half open door to be open wide. it was a super thin door. the air was light and crispy and the room was sweet and treeforty kind of like in adventure time. lucky was laying the bed shirtless sleeping on his stomach. his hair looked just like an angel. he had his left arm bent above his head and a sun beam was shining onto his head which made his hair glitter kindly. reminded me of peter pan in the original movie. i felt so softened. i just stood there for a moment absorbing it. i was flustered to say the least. i left the building bc it was too difficult to say anything, i didn’t feel allowed to be there either. i stood outside the house and looked at it. to the right in the background there was this grand cliff with a waterfall, like in Up. at the bottom was a gentle pool of sparkling turquoise water. the house was in the right side of my view. i couldn’t beleive how beautiful it was, i was envious the boys got to live there. suddenly lucky was just there standing on his porch. he was hardly moving but seemed comepletely serene. he had a gentle smile on his face and his hair was so curly and beautiful. i felt touched by the site. i held the frame for a long time, i was trying to imagine a scenario where i could stay with him. it was a bit rattling to wake up from. damned lucky is to stay in my subconscious the way he is. rather melancholy