go go go now.

"i walked into your dream and now i've forgotten how to dream my own dream. black chariot for the redhead."


she arrives back at the check point. it seems like its been forever since they last spoke. even so, they still seem to remember their language. but something is different now. maybe that's always how it always is, but they can never be too sure. sometimes it seems like a forgotten memory and they only seem to recognize certain feelings and clues about where they stand at this visit. "i've been here before" she sings out. but once again she has no answers to the questions.

but she is so interested by the questions that she searches for answers and even thinks about trying to get away with pretend answers for her story just to come to some conclusion. but this time is different because she doesn't want the pretend story at this moment... she's searching for the real thing which seems to be locked up somewhere. and she can almost find it all the time- but questions its' truth. she thinks too much, and dreams more than that and with so many freeways and off-roads of thoughts, it becomes more difficult to sift out realities. (and it doesn't help that she believes in so many things). she wants so many things to be true but knows she has no control over most of them. she's waiting for something to jump out of all the false truths and surprise her by announcing itself real.

until then, she's still ok dreaming...


"maybe you'll leave the light on just in case i like the dancing. i can't remember where i go mother..."