Dream Journal: Part One
Or perhaps the only part I may actually write down, as I find it the most significant.
Just last night, she showed up in my dreams again.
I found myself wandering around a building, a compound of some sort that seemed to resemble a school of some kind. Each of the rooms seemed to lead to entirely different places--some I recognized, and some I didn't.
One of the rooms in particular I ended up in after a long period of wandering was her room. It didn't exactly LOOK like her room, but this was the one she was in. It seemed to be a mixed up amalgamation of different parts of her house fitted into a single space.
We shared communication and interaction, but most of it was non-verbal. Anything from touching, to sitting together, to simply staring at each other. In a strange way, it felt so surreal. It all felt so real, like it was actually happening.
But the one thing she uttered to me that stuck out, and still echoes in my mind as I'm writing this was this:
"As frustrating as it is for me to admit this, I miss you."
Unfortunately that's the last thing I remember from the dream. I woke up shortly thereafter.
I have no idea what to think of it all. Does it mean anything?
Probably not. But who knows?
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