- I woke this morning around late 7 in the morning after a dream. I thought about the dream for a bit. I had a not-so-much-nightmare like thing. Every time I would be in a room something starts to form from under the ground into something that looked like a ghost in a ripped up rag. I head for the door and start to panic trying to open the door. Trying to unlock it and squeezing through the door since the monster was trying to use it's powers to close the door.
And another one. Me having a camera.
An D-SLR at that.
I don't remember what happened in that part of the dream.
I got outta bed and realized my makeup was still on my face. Oh well, I didn't care. I tend to do that anyway. Even if it's bad for my face, I still do it.
I walked to the kitchen and noticed that the backyard was foggy. Instantaneously, I thought about my camera dream. I want a DSLR camera.
But they're so dayum expensive.
I was on the ritzcamera website and there was an offer for a camera that was 1299 bucks and the price was subtracted to 600. So it was 699. I asked my mom if I could get it but she said no, till I get paid. Then I told her it was limited time only.
But she still said no.
Of course it's 699, what do you think she'd say? Yes?
Life with my family right now. Well, we're tight in cash.
Meaning we're going bankrupt.
My mom isn't going to work due to her shoulder not feeling better still. So she can't get paid. Even if she did, payments and stuff will still be overflowing the mailbox.
If I wasn't born, she wouldn't be in this predicament.
Though, I have a job now, I could probably help pay out bills and stuff.
Still... I wanna save for a camera, and a tablet and furnish my room into a room that's worth sleeping in.
It's not that my room has no furniture. Just, I want it to look nice. Hah.
I feel like if I put my emotions into my art, I have a feeling that people might feel what I'm feeling too.
That's why I like art.
Expressing myself through pictures than words.
If I could, I'd travel around the city, even just riding a bike. With my paper and pencil. My Tripod and camera.
Drawing, and taking photos of the atmosphere around me.
Alas, I have nothing. I stay inside with nothing to do but think of the dreams and inspiration each time it clogs my mind.
