So, I read about this thingy in one of these tarot-y, dream-y kind of websites where you try and remember dreams that you've forgotten. Its really interesting but lengthy and rather difficult so I'm not going to type it out. But you know the dream that I blogged about - the one about me dying, I worked with that dream and my little experiment worked!! I was actually able to remember my dream - now isn't that freaky. It came back in fragments first - you just have to keep on writing it down till you remember the full story.
And I wrote a poem about it - cause its rather twisted - I was killed by a giant bull. I really like the poem, so I posted it on DeviantArt, but no one has commented on it *poutxxzxz*. So leave some comments alright. I like reading comments on my poetry (:
Well then, here it is:

I died last night.
At the horns of an extra large bull with eyes of fire,
and horns like the ivory of an asian elephant.
He played a game with me,
chased me around the maze of my mind.
Through the logic
and the fuzzy bits,
passed music
and the little mathematical section.
Weaving into my languages
and passed the parts that I don't use.
All the time he was on my heels,
at points I could feel his breath on my buttocks,
at others I felt the foam from his mouth on my ankles.
And that godawful noise he made,
that grunting - resonated of the walls and went straight to my heart,
making it thump faster and louder then it ever did before.
As I ran through the maze,
I looked at the walls - lined with parts of me that I remember
my birthdays, friends, failed exams, family, music.
They were all framed,
the good - in beautiful wood
My first kiss, my 19th birthday, my first report card with straight A's...
the bad - in a state of decay
Getting dumped, my father, falling down over and over again...
The were hardly there anymore - these bad memories - but like garbage, they stank up everything.
They say before you die your life flashes past your eyes.
Well, mine did.
And then I realised that there was no point in running,
this maze would never end.
So I stopped and I heard the bull stop behind me,
I turned and I faced him head on,
pulling his horns - daring him to hurt me.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, calling him names
and telling him that I have no more fears.
And so he did,
with a smile under the foam
and in one swift motion,
he impaled me into the wall of my maze - my brain.
I gave in after a quick breath,
and then there was nothing.
And I woke up.
I died last night - though it was just a dream
A little part of me chooses to believe in it.
Nurul: Happy New Year love (:
Mavis: Yes Cinnabon rockzxxz worxzxz! And yes you can be the beautiful one.. (: I'm in a good mood.
Bee: Hahaha, now that you point it out - yes it does look very "normal". You should stand in the 2nd row of the pic all the time bee bee.