I recall that one day I read somewhere that dreams present to ones' self what their greatest desire, their most agonizing fears, and their most pondered about thoughts or feelings are.
I generally don't dream, or in any case remember what I dream, which is quite alright with me. I don't really like to know the aforementioned things that dreams can portray. But, on the other hand, I do like dreams for showing me those as well.
The other day I dreamt about college. I realized how much I love my friends, and how glad and honored I am to be best friends with every single one, especially one that has been friends with me since my chapter titled Maryland was started to be written. Thankfully, that character will continue onto the next chapter, Philadelphia, with the protagonist. I treasure him. And I cannot imagine how horrid of a chapter Maryland would've been without him, and how bland Philadelphia would've soon been if it wasn't for him.
Now, today I went on a date/hangout with Z. Awkward. Awkward. Awkward. Not much conversing went on. I would try to bring up a topic, but it was hastily cut down by a quick, "Yeah." Nothing after that. Silence. Z may have been nervous, but nonetheless, it made me feel awkward. And it continued on like that for a good couple of hours. First I had to drive out an hour to pick him up, after getting lost mind you, and then this. I was a bit disappointed, but what can you do? I enjoyed the time as best as I could, but wasn't too sad when the next hour of driving home came around. This did help me decide that we will be friends. No more.
And as I dreamt, I walked besides him and smiled. I grabbed my bags and looked around towards the city and the college itself. I threw my free arm around his shoulder and continued on, while turning and jubilantly saying, "Thank you. For being here. For being my friend. I love you as if you were my own flesh and blood. In fact, you are. Now, how about it brother? Shall we conquer Philadelphia as well?" He and I walked off and entered the light-filled doors to our dormitory.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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Now I think I know why I keep dreaming about my English ex :)) Must be because I think of him a lot!!
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