Lara I. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
exhilaration) wrote2009-07-19 04:57 pm
exhilaration) wrote2009-07-19 04:57 pm
A Dream
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.
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.
no subject
no subject