Me & Chris Klein
Me and John Cuzack or maybe it's Jason Lee....
In the dark at a Motel
The things I go to to help my Mom....
tattoo

No, I won't film you having sex, thank you very much,
Underwater
Sailing?
Sheesh, Elizabeth, this is GOOOD stuff, isn't it?
Night School Is Weird
Middle School and Hairclips
hawaii?
grieving?
Gemini,Please Read This
im always running away in my dreams these days...
webby anxiety
prom
The Forgotten Sister
THE OLD FAMILY COACH
Demon Hands
Relationships - bah
Jesse's suicide
The Crow
Pregnant
The Unmasked Ex
Ashes
greg fox
Dreaming of Support
Cheerleader wars
Three Mixed-Up Places

Author: liz







I did have a strange dream last night. Maybe John Cuzack was in it. Maybe not. Maybe it was the guy who played IT. Very strange, for sure. This guy said all my troubles would be gone for good if I went to Seattle with him. The only thing ...we'd have to walk. Which I really didn't mind because we were walking through all these small towns, you know like Mayberry or some place like that. So there we are out of town...His hair seemed to be getting longer. He's in a plaid shirt and jeans. Maybe he's Jason Lee. It's hard to figure out who he is. But he never shuts up. He's got big plans.."And your troubles will be over..you'll be with me..." and I can hardly wait. It's like maybe we are going to a Pearl Jam concert...or the Grateful Dead. I don't know..but I'm excited..however, thristy and feel the need to call home. Only there isn't a phone at the gas station. Just nuts and bolts. I'm looking everywhere for a pay phone. A coke machine.

He gives me two quarters. "Get yourself something to drink...I'll look for a phone.." but the quarters seem to melt in my hand like candy. The are limp and twisted. How am I ever going to get a quarter in that coke machine.

So I turn and see him talking to a guy pumping gas. It's Jim Carry, maybe. His hair is getting longer, past his shoulders.

Anyway, I see there are so many coins in the coke machine it's impossible to push in the quarters, but I smash them in..then realise, I may have a can of oil instead of a ginger ale to drink. I don't care, I just put in it my bag.

Then there he is with a woman. They are old friends. He's in white makeup now. He has a black nose. He's a clown.

"Oh, but I'm with her now..I'm with her now..." He continues to say. He reaches out puts my arms around him. I feel his hair in my face. All I can say, "He's with me now..."

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