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From California, Currently Live in Europe. Doing extensive traveling during my second year of college. My websites: http: //thenaiverebellion.tumblr.com/ http: //soundcloud.com/thenaiverebellion http: //www.podomatic.com/profile/vida6lj6? public=1 http: //www.purevolume.com/JustinVidal http: //www.youtube.com/user/BearInfestedWaters)

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Dreams I'Ve Had

1.
i had a dream i was being attacked by an army of ghost children, who wanted to eat my flesh, and had bloody mouths and hands, but were transparent
and i kept watching them from entering the kitchen, there's two doors
also to keep them from attacking my family who were calmly watching tv like nothing was happening

then i was in a pub at a table with two very attractive women
having a wonderful drunken conversation
she talked about how terrible her father was
i was comforting her and making her laugh at misfortune

2.


we were walking through a town don't know where just the suburbs
you were mad at me you asked me why we we're even friends
i explained that we used to make each other laugh
but we've been too busy
then we met two old woman and had tea
she asked if we were friends i said yes
the one on left didn't believe me
i explained how many good times we've had she didn't believe me

then the three of us looked up and there was a plane falling towards us
and everyone was scared
(there was alot of people walking around)
and i thought it blows us all up in a million pieces but right when it got near to my face
it turns and curves and makes a unreal uturn and goes straight up
and keeps going and going and becomes another star it's unrecognizable

then we walk out of town because everyone is scared because a big wall of fire is coming

we see red in the distance and it's miles away but it's coming for our town and we arn't safe
so we walk to the edge of town where there's this gate
and the three of us go to this gate and the fire is behind us
but we are safe behind the gate

the fire doesn't pass us but we see it

so we walk back into town and everything is burnt and destroyed
everything
it's black ash everywhere and there's no people. we get to outskirts of town but there's a green field that didn't get burned just the houses and buildings

and there's a giant ramp going undergound and we go underground and eveyone's there
a lot of random people i know just like sitting around with each other
there is a line of people serving food
there's people passing out clothes sharing what they saved for peoples burnt clothes
there's people sitting in living room chairs talking laughing
it was happy and safe

then i was holding your hand and her hand
but i was scared really scared
but you were trying to calm me down
then i woke up


3.
and i see you in the hospital bed wearing all white
you don't know who i am memory's gone along with your sight
you're really concerned i tell you it's dark outside
i tell the doctor to pull the plug i go out in the night

i walk into a alcohol room filled with my high school friends
they tell me i did the right the thing it'll all make sense in the end
we've all made hard decisions don't let it stain your bones
pretty soon it'll be morning and you'll be comfortably alone

out into the city that i know so well
if you moved one brick or stone I'd probably could tell
This city every block is the same
there same five businesses scattered
only differences is the street names
digital images of leaves
neon sky scraper trees

let's justify our recklessness with the fact it's the weekend
Procrastination blesses me with sweet intoxicating regret
For a couple of minutes stress is forgotten, I forget
that i'm supposed to be comfortably upset

if i stay up if i stay up late tomorrow will feel like such a waste
cause i'll wake up too late
if i stay up if i stay up if i stay up all night

And i'm worried about one of my best friends he talks of suicide
I say people have got it so much worse
don't be so dramatic things will work out fine
the lies we tell to ease the mind

wasting away in black coffee and you smell of cigarettes
things will get better when the summer comes
try not to be so comfortably upset

I said stay away from him he's not your real friend
He does too many drugs and he's starting to hit the heavy stuff
We can't use the weekend to justify self destruction
Because when we're down we're not really us
When you're at the bottom of the everything the only way is up

Those bizarre intricate dreams you just need to wake up from
i'm wondering if she can smell the vodka on my breath
one of my cuff links fall to the ground i'm a nervous wreck
i'm in the raging tempest
animal caught in a net
and now your going insane
your heads spinning like the wheels on a train
you've lost your caboose
your fashioning a noose
your speeding of the tracks
victim of the cardiac!

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