October 25, 2013
Terrible Terrible Terrible Nightmare
Posted at 5:29 AM
So so so so. ;-;So last night, I had a dream where I was in a cafe and my friends were there... by friends, I mean I remember only Victoria's face (possibility of Jenny, Alice, the whole gang. My memories are blurred) and Andrew. I'm just going right ahead to my worst nightmare. So he told me that He doesn't plan on getting married when he's older and that's why he won't go out with me. I was devastated (but not crying). I was like okay. But then he told me that he's not sure, maybe he would date me or some girl in the future. ;-; Okay? I went to a different level of the cafe (it was a skyscraper filled with cafes) and Andrew was there watching me draw and I'm just thinking why are you still here. I'll get the wrong idea. Then a bunch of guys (whose faces I forgot but know that I know) came around and they made the silence not so bad. Also, I said yes to a certain someone who asked me out and I remember he was a year younger than me at HR but I'm kind of embarrassed to tell you who and I barely talk to this guy but he asked me out???? Don't ask why but I said 'sure'. In dreams, my mouth either randomly speaks up for me or I have a will of my own. The bad thing was, I vowed that I'll still like Andrew no matter what his choice is (in reality too) so I guess it's okay for me to be with... other guys... I don't know!!! Oh yeah, I forgot but some guy in the cafe was watching me and I was scared and I assumed that he was going to rape me ;-; Something happened near the end of the dream too I forgot... I was looking out the window and ... a large crowd... something bad happened.
I've had worser nightmares that made me wake up and literally I was out of breathe and was glad it wasn't real.
But Andrew rejecting me or saying something along those lines could be a real nightmare to me. But I'll respect what he wants because I only ever cared about his happiness. Well, mine too but not to his extent.
Oh yeah, did you guys know that when I was younger, I had a dream that I went to the bathroom to pee and then I woke up and I actually wet the bed???? ;-; Ugh... it was so real wtf. My bladder needed to empty out that badly??? As I slept???
Anyway, the only reason why I get enough/partially enough (depending on mood/day/stress level) is because I love dreaming. It's like a new episode where I'm part of it, whether it's scary, good, etc. It's a great way to escape because it's actually happening to you.
