Dreamscapes, they hate my soul.

My subconscious mind's attempt to get me to throw myself off a tall building:
(No, I'm not suicidal. Those are just descriptive words.)

I woke up from a dream that had me thinking as I opened my eyes.
I loved you before I knew you. I love you still.

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Thank god I left MSNBC on my TV last night. It's been a wonderful distraction and draw back into the real world.
You know, one in which love doesn't seem to matter.

I won't be fooled. I know love matters.
However, I prefer to believe my delusions that it just doesn't.
Right now at least.

You know in "New Moon," how Bella has a gaping hole in her chest whenever someone mentions Edward's name?
Yeah, I think I know how she feels there. I've become better at distracting myself quickly from those thoughts though.

So anyway, these dreams need to leave me the hell alone.
They are not prophetic. They are not soothing.
It may be a way for my subconscious to get what it wants, but my conscious brain is pissed right now because it has to work overtime.
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My conscious mind's attempt to distract me:

McCain is trying to undo some of the damage he's done at his town hall meetings. You know, convince people that Obama is not (1) an Arab or (2) a crazed terrorist.

Politics as usual or has he regrown some of the soul he had before he sold it to the republican party and evangelical Christians?

Maybe he just doesn't want to be responsible for any attempt on Obama's life by one of his crazed supporters.

I have to get ready for work now.