Dreamin' II

Cap'n Jazz - Analphabetapolothology
1998; American; Emo/Post-hardcore; Some really dreamy songs, like a sugary At the Drive-in.
http://www.mediafire.com/?2i2itvd4icn

Shott's house,
I'm five, falling down the detached staircase, I hide beneath the shadows of furniture and walls. Wandering in and out of the pool room where my cousins and I ripped our signatures into the dart mat, I slam my hands against the door knowing it's not the way out, and jump up the stairs knowing it'll leap when I do. My hand lunges for the knob but my leg goes numb. Locked into its position, as if held in midair. I look behind me and sob because there's nothing there but I know it's staring at me, holding me down.

ex-girlfriend's house,
I know the backdoor too well, man. Perched behind that hill, wondering if you'll let me in or if I'm being framed to catch the eyes of your parents. Your dad's walking around inside, I can see the back of his head. I unearth my wheels and disperse from the muddy side of the green grass. It turns to night and the plaza is

I am bodiless,
frozen in the sky. staring down at your houses. I am a blank white sky, blocking out the Sun. I'm at your window. I'm there but you can't see. I'm screaming "I love you" across the wind. I see your face and it's so, so sweet and beautiful. The happiness I remember lets me think you heard me. I look far above you as to obscure your face, realizing you didn't.

I'm running up the street,
the houses and roads are getting smaller around me. Snipers are shooting at me. I run around the lake, and climb up to the apartment balcony of an old man. He is one of the gunmen; I kill him. I enter his home and realize it's mine, but it's empty except for a lamp plugged into the wall and a radio sitting on a chair. I hear pounding on the door, and roll out the window. I get on my bike. I'm at the park. It's night, the only hint of its vibrant greens are left obscured by the light and dark contrasts generated by streetlamps. I run through the fields and to the tennis courts in front of my dear old friend's house. He's not home. I am chased up a set of interconnecting staircases around his apartment complex by his angry Korean mother, who is driving a jeep. One of us is killed, not sure which. I'm still conscious, but voices are talking, one telling me to lie still.

It's my old large apartment,
there's someone sitting in a chair in the center of the living room. I walk up beside him but as I turn to see his face, I can only see the back of his head. I crawl through the passageway between my room and the next, and my room has moved to the other side. I leave and now neither rooms are mine; they belong to my sisters and step brother.

I'm very, very young,
laying in darkness. I'm screaming but thunder drowns my voice. When lightning hits, I see myself in a room filled with mirrors and windows.

I'm the only one who reads this right? :p