Life's a beach.

Konichiwa, okay bye bye.

A dream of spectacular vividity.
A dream of horrid circumstance.
A Donnie Darko schizophrenia like scene.
Tubes of fluid light pertruding from the chest, a preview of the next distination.
Instead, a dream of golden tubular solid like fluids containing electricity fills the air, a lightning pathway showing itself.
Girls in pretty dresses while boys in boring attires.
Crawling through tunnels and sitting in a dark skied desert with yellow streaks.
Waiting for someone, only to realise it was the wrong person.
A kiss of disgust and hatred.
A semi lucid state of mind awoke this unconscious person within to make that one change that would change everything.
A director for 2 seconds.
2 seconds of bliss.
Wrong was made to right.
Disgust and hatred; crashed and burned.
Reality beckons.
Should have known.