A Dream

[exhilaration]

I don't usually dream. I know dreams don't really mean anything, they're just our subconsciousness sorting things out, and all that.

I dreamed I was walking down the sidewalk with Daniel, nineteen-year-old Daniel with long hair, talking to him, but he wasn't really responding to me, and he began to walk so fast I had to jog to keep up with him, and then suddenly I was chasing him through the woods, running as fast as I could and knowing I was out of breath and couldn't run anymore and knowing that if I stopped I'd lose sight of him forever, and when I stopped I put my hands on my knees and leaned down and stared at the leaves under my feet and cried.

I haven't thought about Daniel in months. Months , really, I'm sure. Or, at least I didn't think I was thinking about him. I guess part of me is.

Comments

[ivy-poet.livejournal.com]

I hate those dreams that just wear you out mentally and emotionally. Make you want to take a nap to recover from your nap.

[lara-everlong.livejournal.com]

those are the only ones I seem to have anymore. sigh. I remember the days when I used to dream I was Harry Potter, lol. those were some wild dreams!