I stood alone, atop some sort of mound. The wind whipped my trench coat around my legs while I gazed into the distance. I don't know what I was looking for, or how I would recognize it when I finally saw it. But I searched the horizon none the less. I waited, wondering why I waited, I stood still when I saw dust on the horizon. My pulse quickened, and I felt my breathing increase in frequency as I anticipated the arrival of what was creating the dust cloud. I crouched and grabbed a handy sword, heh, I've got a sword. I stared at it and wished I could ram it though an old ex's stomach, just to see the look on her face was I smirked at her. I stood up and shaded my eyes to look towards the horizon again. Nothing, just purple trees in the distance, slowly swaying to the techno beeps running through my head then. I jumped from my lofty perch and waited to hit the ground. But all I recieved was the shock of COLD water hitting my body, I swam to the surface and saw the water fall, the spray from the waterfall was glimmering and givin off an low wail, that went in time with the music floating through my head. I swan to the shore and closed my eyes as I left the water. When I opened them I was in an old house, which was mine, apparantly I had a lot of personal stuff there. People I know and knew were surrounding me and dancing to the music, swaying to the beat and such. Someone whispered my name as I wandered through the crowd in a daze, when I turned around to look for the person…My eyes snapped open, I was awake, it was morning, and I had to face the real world. So much less fun and inspiring. Though I can still hear the music now.

Heh, I love dreams like that, I just don't like when they end. Oh well such is life right?!?

But this one is muy kewl

If I were a work of art, I would be Salvador Dali's Persistence of Memory. I am a surreal landscape composed of several disjointed and bizarre components. I like to keep an eye on the time, although the very concept is fluid for me. People are never sure what they are seeing when they look at me. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test