{"id":10,"date":"2004-03-25T02:29:29","date_gmt":"2004-03-25T02:29:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=10"},"modified":"2004-03-25T02:29:29","modified_gmt":"2004-03-25T02:29:29","slug":"a-dream-of-being-saved","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=10","title":{"rendered":"a dream of being saved"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I have this dream where it is suddenly the way I want it.  But then it becomes an action movie.  We\\&#8217;re torn apart by circumstances.  The bad guys have you.  It is up to me to save you.  And I try.  I struggle against all the puzzles of time.  The trickery behind the mask.  I try so hard.  Sometimes I win.  Sometimes I lose.  But I wake up, and that fleeting emotion with you disappears.  You\\&#8217;re not mine.  You were never mine.<\/p>\n<p>Is this where I fall back into my bed in ridiculous obsession?  A shrine?  Why do I see myself almost like a pittering idiot?<\/p>\n<p>And this is something that I didn\\&#8217;t want to see myself.  A few weeks ago, I was attached with somebody else.  At this point, I came to realize that it\\&#8217;s only attachment.  Nothing more.  And what is this now?  Lust?  For some reason, it helped me gotten over him.<\/p>\n<p>But you seem unattainable.  Why did I confess aloud today to someone we both know?  Perhaps, it\\&#8217;s my vision that there are only 2 months left.<\/p>\n<p>There are times I say, <i>no regrets<\/i>.  But isn\\&#8217;t that phrase just telling me to do as much as I can in the moment.  It\\&#8217;s not about regrets at all.  It\\&#8217;s just a feeling that I did the best I could do to have that perfect life.  From a movie.  There are no such things as happy endings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes I have this dream where it is suddenly the way I want it. But then it becomes an action movie. We\\&#8217;re torn apart by circumstances. The bad guys have you. It is up to me to save you. And I try. I struggle against all the puzzles of time. The trickery behind the mask. &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/?p=10\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">a dream of being saved<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/j.unoccupied.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}