Just like a star.

Christmas is almost here but I still can't smell cinnamon! things are good and things are bad. Then there is this. I have been in a dream like state all day today listening to Corinne Bailey Rae - Like A Star and although the snow has cleared up I still feel like wafts of condensed breath escape my mouth as I breathe and everything is merry. Reality is strange, delusional even.

"last night i had a dream that i was running through a hotel of circular floor plan. and everyone know i was running away. and then i wound round and round through doors, auditoriums, cafes and restaurants, through rooms and cupboards. the hotel was golden and red, quite vintage, till i reached a circular staircase going two stories down, made of oak. i ran and jumped down, walked out woke up. and sat there in a cafe with a two females and a man and told them how when you write your dream down it is easy to remember it. then i realised i was still dreaming but. it did feel strange to be conscious of a dream while in it. the coffee was good though.
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I emailed this to a friend a few days back, true story. I guess I miss somethings from my past but that's what you get for running away without a plan. Do it if you get a chance though :)

I must crack on, I must push and I must realise the importance of every individual. I need to watch the documentary on Jesse Jackson on BBC, it was on this morning and I think Fern Britton was doing it. It made sense in many places. We all are standing lean against the gushing storm, some of us are just too afraid to open our eyes and fight...