The first:
I was home, I was free but there she was and I was...me...
There was no smile, no emotion, just her face in front of mine. I blinked and I was awake, thinking it was just my vivid imagination.
The second:
New house, new car, and there she was again and everything else disappeared. She was almost smiling but I awoke as I blinked. Again...twice in two nights in a row. Maybe it was just a coincedence. I only had about 5 hours of sleep in two days, but I was afraid, even to close my eyes. There had to be a logical explanation....
The third:
I'm in school, I was tired so I napped even though I was suppose to be doing my school project. Everything was white, then grey, then black. I turned around and again there she was...
I so shocked I practically jumped from my seat and even my group mates were shocked(ok, maybe I am exaggerating here..) Not again...
The fourth:
My memory for this one is slightly bleak and so I can't really describe but she was there and again I awoke...
The fifth:
She was there....she sees me...she's crying, and no matter what I do, I can't make her smile. When I woke up, I had this guilty feeling in my stomach. It was a very uneasy feeling. Am I going to hurt her, or is it just my imagination...it is best if I just stay away. (Ya right...easier said than done)
The sixth:
The latest so far but the most weird yet pleasant one. In this one, I lost my two front teeth, and was wondering how the hell that happen. Then there she was, smiling, laughing, happy. (I know some people are going to hate me for this but I have to say it). Even with my two front teeth gone, seeing her smile and laugh was much better then seeing her cry...I never want to see her cry, especially if it is because of me. Damn my sensitivity...why can't i get rid of her.
Six times. I hope there will not be anymore, but one can't predict the future. I lost so much sleep because of these dreams, so I hope writing them down could help me further analyse and soon figure out an answer...
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