Wow... since watching Alice in Wonderland yesterday, I just don't feel like.. doing anything.
I don't feel like I'm alive, I don't feel like I can do anything, yet I feel like I can do anything.
But I'm not hungry, I'm not sleepy, ... like..
I don't feel like doing ANYTHING.
I don't have this stronge urge to do anything, like play the violin (which I really need to)
Everything suddenly seems so unreal.
And it all basically will be, once we get to Heaven.
It won't be a dream, but a memory. But a memory so far that we don't know if it's a dream or not.
You know, I bet I do have memories that I thought were dreams. Or dreams that I thought actually happened in real life.
But the part of me that proves that I haven't gone insane with all this fantasy stuff is that I'M SO EXCITED FOR BRITISH LITERATURE NEXT YEAR! The Chronicles of Narnia, The Secret Garden, ALICE IN WONDERLAND ~ all British authors! Dude British writers are so creative!
Well.. except for this movie was totally totally twisted by Tim Burton... but still.
I love their worlds. I love the worlds of all the movies I watch @___@ I wish I could be in Joe Hisaishi's worlds, I wish I could be in CS Lewis' world, I wish I could just find a rabbit hole and escape from reality.
I wish
I could just pinch myself real, real hard right now.
And maybe wake up from a morning of when I was in fourth grade. And this will all be a dream foretelling my future.
So why don't I wake up yet?
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