That blond hair, and those blue eyes.
Why can't we live in our dreams? I know that some dreams would be absolutely horrible to live in, but some would be so perfect to live in that you would never get sick of it. I had this dream last night. I've been thinking about it all day. I hate dreams because they do this to me. I can't concentrate with these images running through my head. They were so wonderful, but now I am in this harsh reality that most likely will never produce anything as great as what I experienced last night.
Throughout the day, different things kept reminding me of this dream. Those blue eyes that gazed into my face. When I think about this now, a bubble lumps into my throat, and I begin to blush. It isn't real, stop doing this to yourself. But, why? Why can't this be real? Why can't I just curl up into this dream and have it never end? He was so nice. He was happy, and so was I.
Do not get me wrong. There was some evil in this dream that embodied a real person. I tried to deal with this, but the whole part of the dream sickened me, but once we met up again, everything was fine. Nothing mattered anymore. Not that strange midget in the closet. He didn't matter. We were happy. Why can't I return? Why does this have to be stripped from me?
I went to a busy festival today. I looked through the people hoping to see the person from my dream. A couple times my eyes tricked me, but I never saw anything. Dreams aren't real are they? Maybe I saw this person somewhere. Maybe this person exists, because dreams are inspired. Who was it? The thoughts are a lot to bear. This entry is helping.
I wonder if I will dream of this same instance tonight. If I did, I might sleep in rather late. It's worth sleeping a whole day just to be in this dream. It's worth sleeping my whole life just to be in this dream.
Everybody knows. I will get over it, and I will look back on this entry and realize that I am depressingly sad to obsess over this dream so much. Well, let me obsess, it makes me happy. I will get over it. There will be no heartbreak- how could there be?
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Update 9-8-06: I remember who it was!! The person is real! It was the hot guy from Taco Bell that kept looking at me with the frat shirt on! Yay! Well, too bad I am over the dream. Hahaha.
