Sweet Dream
Some people say the dreams can be very powerful. This morning i dreamt about a guy that i liked when i was in junior high. It was no surprise actually, because i did talk about him with my best friend a couple days a go, just a day before i left for los angeles. I dreamt that I was in someone’s bedroom along with about 6 or 7 other people, including him and my best friend. I have that funny feeling, you know, the butterflies when you like someone. I went outside to get some air with 2 other friends and talked about how i liked him, and when i got back to the room, he gave me a bundle of poems/lyrics about me, written since the first time i met him. it’s weird because there were pictures of me in the papers. and then every hour, he gave me pieces of magazines that shows things that he likes. some things i don’t understand, but i was still happy receiving it, anyway. it’s sort of like an instant getting-to-know each other. Everybody was suspicious of what that bundle of paper were, probably because i tried so hard not to be obvious but apparently looked very eager to read it. In the end everybody knew about it. Then, when things just about to get better, when we started to talk face to face about us and our future, my eyes were opened and it was 10.08 am. which means i was super late for my 10am DMV appointment.
It’s funny how conversations can submerge into our subconscious mind. It was a long time a go, yet it felt so real in that dream that i can’t wrap my mind around it. To be honest, i wouldn’t mind if it turns into reality (:p), but oh well, it was a sweet dream after all. I just hope that the happy feelings could last through out the day, and i can have a happy happy day today. :D
