In this day and age,

"It is better to be mature than to be an adult."

Were those wings attached to my back or my arm?

I had a dream that I was Maximum Ride.
And I was running for my life, because the School and Erasers were after me. And something worse.... Horribly worse.
Like, I think it was Voldemort.....?

Either way, they had caught most of the flock and I was running, running, trying to find people to help me and safe places to sleep before the people who were after me, Itex or the School or Erasers or something far far worse, because it wasn't any of them, and yet all of them. And it was either Voldemort or Hate. ._.; I couldn't tell, it was a freakin' shadow. And evil. It almost got me at one point, but I somehow made it past. [I had decided to sleep in a locker room somewhere, on top of the lockers, by the door. I thought I had gotten behind the door's visible field of vision, but I didn't.

I also could fly. But it was hard.
And I think because I don't naturally have wings, or it was really hard for me to get lifted, I was flapping my arms. x_o Yeaaaaa....
But either way, I was running, and I can't tell if I had a dream before that was different or part of it, but in that dream I was seeing all sorts of people I haven't seen in awhile.



I'm kind of scared. I believe in my dreams, whether they're literal or symbolic like this one.
Things are about to get a lot harder.

What to do...

*sigh* I'm getting tired quicker of waiting around for my friend to come online, so I can talk with him.
I'm not sure if I stopped wanting to be so stubborn before or after my friend gave up on waiting for the guy she likes to come around to her. I supported her in her endeavor, though I wanted not for her to date someone who uses women so superfluously.

Well, what's worse than having an impatient mind and a steadily impatient heart is one that wants to find suitable traits in a brother-figure friend.
God, I feel so.... confused. I don't want to like more than one person at a time, and I most certainly do not want to like someone who's a brother figure to me. That's practically incest of a spiritual, psychological, and many other ways.

I wish that things would go back to the way they were in July. Especially since July was nice and cool. (Crazy California weather, m'dears.)

I just needed to vent somewhere that wouldn't be seen by people who know who that brother figure is. This isn't the first time my mind thought he would make a suitable mate--- quickly those thoughts died after periods of not talking to him. I mena, it's just another male friend that I know online. 'Cept he's +1 hour the guy I currently like, thus farther away. For a fiscally disadvantaged person, this helps keep away the thoughts suggesting something so... incestuous.
Sucks, I don't want to stop talking to a big brother just because of some mental issue of mine.

And fearing self-exploration of the newly found heart does not help any one bit. I'm afraid that I'll find out what my mind already knows that which I suppress.

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