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dream
i was lying on down on the top bunk bed. D****, someone from my far past, was standing next to the bed, chin in hands, elbows on bed.
she was telling me very personal stuff. about her life. about the things she thought. about what she liked. she would close her eyes, and a sort of fear would come over me. fear that she would say something mean, caustic... but her eyes would open, and they would be warm. she would smile, and speak in a melodious voice.
i can't share the things she said. i don't know if i said anything. her face glowed with goodness, passion, care, love. i just took in as much as i could, treasuring each sip of her i took, like i take in my welch's white grape peach juice. how do eyes hold warmth, as hers did, i wondered? her lips moved softy and elegantly, calmly speaking to me, unaware of the fire fanning in me. it was all the more precious because it was unexpected. like hearing a confession of love from an enemy. a kiss instead of a slap on the cheek.
/dream
this dream is very strange because i recognize the person in this dream. i have very negative associations when i think of this girl. she is back from my far, far past. i didn't interact with her very much, but when i did, she was not a nice person. moreover, she was haughty with everyone that she met. just not a pleasant person. i don't know why she was in my dream. i've met ppl more unpleasant, and though this girl was somewhat pretty, there have been much prettier ice princesses. i don't know.
yakob at 12:27 PM
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i was lying on down on the top bunk bed. D****, someone from my far past, was standing next to the bed, chin in hands, elbows on bed.
she was telling me very personal stuff. about her life. about the things she thought. about what she liked. she would close her eyes, and a sort of fear would come over me. fear that she would say something mean, caustic... but her eyes would open, and they would be warm. she would smile, and speak in a melodious voice.
i can't share the things she said. i don't know if i said anything. her face glowed with goodness, passion, care, love. i just took in as much as i could, treasuring each sip of her i took, like i take in my welch's white grape peach juice. how do eyes hold warmth, as hers did, i wondered? her lips moved softy and elegantly, calmly speaking to me, unaware of the fire fanning in me. it was all the more precious because it was unexpected. like hearing a confession of love from an enemy. a kiss instead of a slap on the cheek.
/dream
this dream is very strange because i recognize the person in this dream. i have very negative associations when i think of this girl. she is back from my far, far past. i didn't interact with her very much, but when i did, she was not a nice person. moreover, she was haughty with everyone that she met. just not a pleasant person. i don't know why she was in my dream. i've met ppl more unpleasant, and though this girl was somewhat pretty, there have been much prettier ice princesses. i don't know.
yakob at 12:27 PM