01-22-2013, 01:01 PM
Still clinging on to my depressed stage. Thoughts were consuming my attention today after having one of those "I wish it were true" dreams last night.
The dream's main plot was pretty funny and weird; I had gone to the bookstore in some mall with my friend because we were looking for a book too cure this unknown ailment I had. I kept taking these pills so that I didn't die and I was running out of pills. My friend wanted me to eat this steak he kept carrying around saying that it will cure me, but for some reason I refused, saying it wouldn't help at all.
It was a pretty "normal" dream. The thing that got me was that my friend was gay in this dream. In the bookstore, I was able to come up behind him and hold him, my arms around his waist as he looked over the bookshelf. While in the bookstore we ran into some people we knew, at first,, he hugged everyone, laughing for some odd reason, came back to me, and just held onto me while we talked to our friends about the steak (lol the steak kept randomly popping up throughout the dream). That was pretty much the last image of the dream I remember, him hugging me while we talked to these people who, in real life, are his friends. They smiled wide and stared at us. We did all the talking.
Anywho, that feeling hit me. It felt so real. He felt so warm, I could feel the small details in his body, his hipbones, the up and down of his chest when he breathed, his fingers grabbing my shirt, his arms squeezing me tight. I carried that feeling all day. It made me sad.
I just realized how long and unimportant this post was. lol. sorry
The dream's main plot was pretty funny and weird; I had gone to the bookstore in some mall with my friend because we were looking for a book too cure this unknown ailment I had. I kept taking these pills so that I didn't die and I was running out of pills. My friend wanted me to eat this steak he kept carrying around saying that it will cure me, but for some reason I refused, saying it wouldn't help at all.
It was a pretty "normal" dream. The thing that got me was that my friend was gay in this dream. In the bookstore, I was able to come up behind him and hold him, my arms around his waist as he looked over the bookshelf. While in the bookstore we ran into some people we knew, at first,, he hugged everyone, laughing for some odd reason, came back to me, and just held onto me while we talked to our friends about the steak (lol the steak kept randomly popping up throughout the dream). That was pretty much the last image of the dream I remember, him hugging me while we talked to these people who, in real life, are his friends. They smiled wide and stared at us. We did all the talking.
Anywho, that feeling hit me. It felt so real. He felt so warm, I could feel the small details in his body, his hipbones, the up and down of his chest when he breathed, his fingers grabbing my shirt, his arms squeezing me tight. I carried that feeling all day. It made me sad.
I just realized how long and unimportant this post was. lol. sorry
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