There are those times where I would wake up from a dream and I would feel this weight on my heart, like a sadness or a longing of romance. Usually that happened after I dreamt of a guy who may/may not be acting all prince charming where I will be romantically involved with him or not. Nothing graphic. At most, just kissing.
Good thing I'm the type of person that can remember my dreams. It disappears eventually and the odd parts that are hard to explain will eventually disappear but the overall idea is still there. Here's one I recently dreamt of.
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I came home from Indonesia and I'm at this hotel-like place with a very complicated elevator. Somehow my ex-crush is there, let's call him R. The me in my dream knows that he's one of my friend so I greeted him like how you would a friend that you haven't seen in a long time. But R was acting as if we haven't been separated in fact, he went and held my hand. Even I was confused as to why he was doing that. It felt like R thinks that we were together.
I thought to myself, "okay, maybe something happened somewhere and somehow we ended up dating. I'll just play along. It is a dream afterall." Yes, I actually knew that it was a dream so I played along. Basically what happened, is that R was my boyfriend, and he was escorting me home at this hotel where my room is only reachable from this particular elevator. R was being a decent boyfriend too, he would come close to me, smile, put his head against mine, I'd hold his hand, he'd wrap his arms around me and all that.
However, somehow, we got dragged into a mafia party and for some reason, we seemed to have pissed the mafia boss off and now we are being chased around while we try to blend and ride the elevator to get out of the hotel.
This is the part where it gets all fuzzy because all I can remember is hotel, lobby and exiting the place. Then suddenly R isn't with me and I was lost... Then I can't remember... and I was awake...
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When I wake up, I would try to go back to sleep and replay the dream. That's actually the best part because I get to change the story, add my own version and mix them up. And since I like writing stories, this is the thing that keeps me from getting up and can actually make me upset if someone's bothering my train of thoughts but of course I won't show it especially if that person is my boyfriend :p
It's one of those rare moments that I'd like to enjoy while that odd feeling is still in my heart.. Can you blame me?
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