another really disjointed series of images and feelings. i was at some sort of mardi gras party at nathan's parents' summer house in new orleans (which doesn't exist, btw). i kept looking for a costume, and i was getting very disappointed. nathan kept asking where mitchell was. some guy had crashed nathan's new bmw. not really crashed it. dented it. he was sitting on a couch complaining about what an idiot he was.

there were a lot of colors. that's all i really remember.

disjointed. there was a boy in my house. it was my birthday. i think he was there to fix something. he looked young, and he flirted with me. i kissed him, and we ended up in my room. he was only eighteen. i laughed and thought of all the jokes my friends make. we ate cake and talked and made out.

i don't know if it was the same boy or a different one, but i was in love, and he had to go to asia somewhere. it was home. we were going to be married, but he had to talk to his parents about me first. he also wanted to get the traditional stuff for the wedding. this included a sword that was in three pieces and made of bone and horn. it was beautiful. i don't think his parents wanted him to marry me.

i was out at sea. lost. there was a dock coming up. i remember his eyes were so dark, and the sea was so blue.

i keep having dreams in which my hands are either bound or removed. =\