Usually I have much
trouble remembering dreams I've had, especially in
detail, but this last one seems to stick in my mind, probably because
I don't want it to. I was awake for about five or ten minutes before I even remembered it, oddly, and then I kept thinking "
aww f$@# this!".
I was sitting in
my house somewhere, possibly my room, that detail
escapes me, but there I was thinking about the turns my life has taken and how
happy I finally am with
everything, how it seems to fit together
so well. Then my
phone rings and I smile because someone took the time to
call me, which is good, very good, phone calls are
nice. (This is what I'm
thinking to myself.) I pick it up, I say "
hello". It's
him. My mind becomes liken to a swingset and I wonder if possibly I could just
hang up and pretend he never called. Of course, I can never seem to hang up on
anyone, so I endure this ramble of his about how
sad he is, and how much he misses
me, thinking I've heard this a million times, and then he tells me he's bought a
plane ticket and is going to come see me in
a week and make it "all better". I remember
scrambling for words, trying to think of something to dissuade him but I said
nothing. Instead,
I laughed so hard when I hung up the phone and told my
best friend about it. She laughed as well,
he was kidding, right?
Ahh...
fade into dream I had about a week ago, where upon he was just there, trying to "
get me back" and I just kept resisting and wishing he'd
go away. I had no idea how he'd just shown up at my house, but there he was.. and now I think that possibly I just had
two dreams that were closely linked, but in the wrong
order.
Either way, you'd think he'd have the
decency to stay out of my dreams,
you know? That's my sacred dreamland escape, my place,
damn it.