December 23, 2008
So, in my dream I was with him and his girlfriend. However, his gf was paying no attention to him, so me and him were just hanging out and having a good time. He later confessed to me that he was tired of dealing with her and trying to make things work when she treated him poorly. I told him to do what he thought would make him happy – dump her or keep trying. Then all of a sudden all three of us were in a golf cart, and he dropped me off at the entrance of where gf lives and he told me to wait. He came back without his gf and told me “I dumped her and she didn’t even care…” so I responded, “Well at least now you can have me.” After an exchange of smiles, we decided to date, and then I woke up.
The very next day, they broke up. They got back together the day after, though
December 10, 2008
“For the past few weeks I’m having a recurring dream of us meeting half way between our two cities. I’ll park and wait for you in the Starbucks parking lot, and wait. You arrive and we both get out of our cars and jump into each others arms. You’ve never been one to cry, but you bawl your eyes out and whisper in my ear how much you love me, how much you miss me, and how you never want to be without me again. You hold my chin up with one hand and with the other wipe my tears and kiss me.
Then I wake up and remember how the last time we spoke, you told me you hated me and never wanted to speak to me or see me again. Distance and heart break are the worst pains I’ve felt in my life so far.
Every night I go to sleep, I hope I keep dreaming this dream. At least for some small time I won’t have to miss you as much.”
December 4, 2008
i dreamt that the boy i am infatuated with told me he loved me. he missed me. and that he would wait for me.
i hate reality.
I dreamt that I waited for you outside your dorm room; still playing the waiting game with you even in my dreams. You saw me numerous times, but you completely ignored me and instead let “him” in as soon as you saw “him”. I dreamt I became a mere “second-class” friend when, not too long ago, I was once your one and only love.
I don’t dream. I never have. Or if I do I don’t remember. This website makes me feel defective.
It’s valentines day. I’m alone again and I’m cutting out construction paper hearts and taping them to all over my genitals.
I dreamed about you dreaming about me.
Goodnight. Goodnight. Goodnight.