Dreams.

I'm aware that my life revolves around dreams, dreams that in my lifetime and their life time and your life time, will hopefully be achieved and will come true.
Except this time I mean the dreams that you have when you're sleeping too, the ones that you really wish you could remember when you wake up but the majority of the time you can't.

You know when you wake up (for example when your alarm goes off) and then you fall back to sleep for 10 minutes or so - a proper sleep not just a doze - and in that 10 minutes you have a dream? When I do that, I normally remember the dream.
I did that this morning. Before I tell you what my dream was about, I'll fill you in a little.

(Following the "Nostalgia" blog...) I found the photos. He never got back to me, we haven't spoken since the first nerve racking, butterflies in my stomach, reuniting conversation we had. If only it had gone as well as I'd hoped. Anyway, we haven't spoken since, but I found the photos so I commented him yesterday saying "found them :P x" so we'll see what happens now.

My dream last night was about him. I found him in bed with my cousin - which was very strange seeing as he doesn't even know her. And his Mom and my Mom were there too. We ended up sitting and talking alone after my cousin and our Moms left. It was bizarre.

This would be my perfect story. Being friends when we were young, not talking for years and then when we met again, we fell in love. Blah blah blah. I know that isn't going to happen - no chance at all. I'm probably never going to see him again anyway. But it would still be my perfect story. I suppose I need to forget about that though seeing as I am completely wasting my time. I suppose that is just a dream and it always will be.


I used to always go by "Dream the impossible. Live the dream." and all that jazz.
I'm losing faith. Surely that is just opening yourself up to get hurt?

We'll see. But in the mean time...
Keep dreaming.
x