dream.

i had the most wonderful dream last night. as all wonderful things, it was about the cure.

i was sitting in the classroom i was in when i was 6… but all the people from my current class were in there too. suddenly, one of our teachers entered, and right behind him, was robert smith. i laughed and cried.
we could ask questions about the cure to some woman, i think she was robert’s wife. i asked “what is robert really like?”. she started to say he’s really sad and happy, he’s melancholy & joie de vivre rolled into one. then she started talking about pottery, for some reason. meanwhile, the cure had gone outside, preparing something.

i went outside too, and there, lying on the grass was robert. he was asleep, and i went over to him. he looked just like this picture.
i started talking to him, and then he told me he was falling in love with me. we cuddled, and my nose was right under his. i looked down, and on our chests we had numbers, which displayed the pace of our heart. he was slowing them down, until he pushed a button that stopped them entirely. he stopped time. and then he kissed me.

it was good for about 3 seconds, until he pushed his fingers into my cunt, and yelled “hey guys! i’m back in bruges!” to his fellow cure-members.

damnit.