The best dreams are sometimes your own nightmares...
I must say that when you dream those particular dreams that seem so real, it is impossible to forget them. It’s like another memory. One you can look at and just say hey I remember this.
This made me think that it was possible that whatever was in the dream was possible in reality. There was just one thing
I didn’t want any of what happened…
In fact it was like a nightmare. I was frightened by the mere images and sounds that were being projected and heard. You probably want to know what the dream was right? so here it goes.
It starts with a woman that I’ve known for some time now except in for the past summer. Anywho, she is by far the most difficult person to read. (not to be bragtastic, but I am pretty good at doin’ so) Not only the most difficult to read, but she is the best woman I know.
Her name we’ll leave out for publishing purposes.
On to the dream, she and I are living together but we’re are only friends. And as many tv shows and movies will lead to show you that the situation always leads to something else. She sits there every night that we spend together and listens to what I have to say about anything like a psychiatrist. Then there was the night of my party that I had thrown for her. After everyone left it was just her and me. And yes there was courage drink around. She was not feelin’ too well so I took her to her room. Laid her on her bed. Tucked her in. Then she peeped out “wait…come lay here with me”. Everything outside my mind told to do it. I didn’t want to. and no that’s just not the alcohol talkin’. So I did. For once I had listened, which in reality I always did(this is why it became a nightmare I did things that were out of the ordinary). Right here in the dream is where it got really scary. After she stopped she wanted to be held. I did so. (you can see where this is goin’ right) right as she saw that our lips were only inches away. she asked why don’t you kiss me. without hesitation I go in, but the moment I do I wake up. and so far it hasn’t gone passed that.
It is a recurring nightmare. I wake up sweaty and a fast heart beat. Trembling… and this is a dream?! It spooks me out.
But I must say that the best dreams are sometimes your own nightmares.