Heroin Pavement

I hit the ground running, dodging Nicholas Cage's one arrow. The usually always-busy uphill street that leads to my house was empty and dark. I was running so hard and so fast that my actual heartbeat woke me up. I checked my wrist where the mom from Gilmore Girls had cut me open with a razor. Nothing. It was 4:52 a.m.. Exactly eight minutes before I had to get up, and I sat there with a vague yet lingering pain on my wrist trying to decipher the dream. Robert Pattinson had lured me with all his sexiness and I ignored the odd fact that he was asking  if I had any meds on me. Come to think of it he looked pretty drugged out. I didn't notice that until I woke up. Then his group of random celebrity druggies showed up and forced drugs into me. I wasn't scared until the Gilmore Girls mom made Rob and I bleed into each other's cuts. Then, despite being threatened by Cage's arrow I got up and ran. I realized I'd never make it up that hill before they caught me, yet I just ran. Completely out of breath and hitting the pavement. I thought my heartbeat was my feet hitting the asphalt. So, weird as the dream was, I woke up impressed with myself. I think I know what it meant. Lately I've realized myself crushing on guys and being lured in by their looks. Even though there are certain warning signs about them, I ignore it because hey, they're charming and cute. Now I know. The cut wrist, bleeding into the very handsome Pattinson was a sign that I will get hurt, and that it could be potentially harmful to my health if I continue on this way. I love this. I've solved my own moralistic problem Freudian style. My brain pulled the lesson to the forefront and sprinkled it with drugged out celebrities! As the G.G. mom was about to cut me I was pulling away from her, I was stronger than her, but I let her have my wrist after only one tug. I could have yanked away, but I guess I was afraid she'd get mad and push the blade in harder. So I let her cut me. I can still feel it. Just like a real wound. Kind of the feeling I get when I let myself get carried away by these boys only to find out that they already have a girlfriend, or they aren't interested. BAM! Lesson learned. My brain is the best teacher I've ever had, even if it scares the shit out of me sometimes. Good morning.