Strange Things (But What ISN'T Anymore?)

You ever have just some strange strange dream and you can't stop thinking about it if your life depended on it?
I have.

"Beware the one with pulled back dark hair,"
That's all I got from a dream last night, and more than likely, it means nothing. I WISH I could have a dream that would actually mean something. But they just don't happen as much as movies tend to make you think.

If you're wondering how I got the quote, well, this is all I can remember.

I was looking at some black marble slate, put into a brick wall. It had like some kind of passage from a book. From the way it was spoken, it was like from a teen's P.O.V. I think it was a girl from what I could tell. Like, she was saying that she had a nightmare and someone was with her when she woke up. On the slate, it had her thoughts. Like you know, what you would expect from a book: a character's thoughts and everything. I think she thought this next:
"My whole body tensed, realizing he was one of THEM."

And then a thought came to ME, Beware the one with pulled back dark (black?) hair.

It was so strange when I woke up. All morning I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to be followed, but nothing came after me.

I guess it gives me something to think about and to help me block out the bad band practice day that has me not looking too forward to tomorrow. I'll survive though.

It's a good thing that our director can't read minds, because he would be irritated to death of how I wouldn't be able to shut mine up. Hey, when there's yelling and screaming, I tend to block it out, you know? Imagine that I have something more important to think about at the time and the subject of the whole thing doesn't and shouldn't really matter to me. It's all earth-bound subjects. Subjects that will pass over time, be gone to me in the years to come, and won't matter a cent to me when I leave this town for good.

Which will only be in two years.

I know, it sounds like I'm being very uncaring and SHOULD care right now while I'm still here and will regret it when I do leave. Maybe I will, but maybe I won't. They say people change and I'm waiting for just that. For myself to change, so I can look in a mirror and wonder how much of me was just affected by it.

Something I'm always worrying about with Demon though. They say the reason why high school sweethearts usually don't always stay together though is because they change over time and turn into people that the other just can't stand. Me and Demon realize that that can happen, but we'll try everything and anything we can to try to not let it. If Demon and I were to not make it, I have a feeling we will stay with each other for the rest of both our lives though. To me, Demon is my lover (not in the physical way, but you get it) first, and my best friend second. If the first doesnt' work, the second one will. They say Demon is actually the right age for the change, and now every day I sit and wait to speak to him that night to come and ponder if I will still be speaking to Demon, or some stranger I had never come to known.

Going to go now. Ponder some more, I guess.

"Let Me Not Be Judged By the Eyes of Man, but by His Eyes,"

-Angel