The following is a rough amalgamation/approximation of the beautiful dreams that I've been having over the last week or so.
We're sitting there, on the beach, by the sea. Or on a bench, in a park. Or on a verdant field of grass on top of a lush green mountain. It doesn't really matter where. It changes every night anyway. It doesn't matter where we are because you're here. And while you're here, sometimes we talk. Sometimes we just sit in comfortable silence, just being happy in the presence of each other. Well, I'm happy. And I'm fairly sure that you are too.
If you didn't get that, that was about a specific person, not you. Or maybe it is you. But just to make it clear, the 'you' in this dream is one specific person, and is almost certainly not you. Unless you are the person in my dreams. Or of my dreams as the case may be.
Blah, blah, blah.
Sometimes I hate having dreams, even though I don't have them very often. If their nightmares, they're just stupid and scary. If they're awesomely good, like the above, it makes you depressed. Seriously. I wake up, lay there for five minutes remembering what happened in the dream. After I remember, I actually feel like crying. No joke. Like, I want to cry right now just thinking about it.
I think it's fairly evident that I hope this dream bears fruit. Fingers crossed.
Apparently dreams are manifestations with your preoccupations, or, in this case, things that are on your mind constantly during the day. Or maybe that's a theory that I made up myself. But, like in most cases, this theory seems to apply here. Go me.
Word of the Day: Dream
Currently listening to: U Got It Bad by everyone's favourite...something, Usher.
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