Dreams a Plenty

I dream every night. Always vivid; always in full color; always...

Some are trivial, some are fun, some really hit home.

A couple nights ago, I dreamed I was in my front room. A very beautiful, very tall brown-haired girl was sitting next to me on the floor. I didn't look directly at her until I could see her looking at me. I looked up.

It was Rebecca, the girl I almost had the poor sense to marry, but who I had loved with all my heart.

Just a short sentence escaped her lips: "How are you?"

"Fine."

She then rose from her place and moved into the hall. I followed rather quickly, and stopped as she turned to face me.

From her came three more words: "I loved you."

Before I could plan anything better to say, words escaped from me: "I never did get over you..." Tears started their free-flow.

She looked up, moved toward me and we embraced as years of resentment, pain and misunderstanding melted away. I was happier than I have been for three and a half years.

Then I looked away for a moment; I looked at her once again. She was no longer there. Instead my best friend was standing in her place. She was smiling, and with a look of absolute joy on her face, asked if I really meant what I just said.

Nothing came from my mouth; nothing could. Words could not express what thought couldn't even define.

Then I awoke to a dark room.

A New Hope

One day while walking from class to the GT, I found myself following behind two people. One was a girl perhaps twenty years of age and a young man around the same age.

The girl was dressed as if she were going clubbing, and the kid was dressed in a similar fashion.

Usually the conversation goes something like this:

Boy: so, where are from. Like... around here or...

Girl: Yeah, here

Boy: that's cool, so do you like, have a lot of classes...

Girl: yeah

Boy: So... cool.

and so on and so forth. Boy is desperately trying to hold a conversation with Girl who - while likely a decent person - lacks the vocabulary to hold a proper conversation, or vice-versa.

Here is the conversation I overheard:

Girl: I think I'll do it, but it's like... so hard

Boy: yep

Girl: It's like, a long day.

Boy: You know what's funny? You have to walk to the bus.

Girl: You're so mean! (playfully)

Boy: So, do you think you're gonna make it with those stilts? (referring to her super-high cork-bottomed, high-fashion heels.)

Girl: You're so mean!

It was just refreshing to see a kid who didn't fall all over himself for a OC wannabe and who was unafraid to be himself.



p.s. cork platforms... Ugh.