Ok i know this is a lame title but shut the hell up, thats not the point. But, here we are again my friend. Another day, another girl that you just cant get out of your head. So lets get this dream out of you quick instead of trying to make chronological sense in your blog! You know you never think in that fashion anyway, scatter brain! lol I think this helps too, the whole talking thing. Or excuse me, blogging as if you were talking to someone, or at least hearing someone, i dunno… anyway! dream! Ok, well i cant remember most of it but the first thing i remember is waking up in this house which seemed like it just had a huge party in it. Remnants of good times scattered everywhere, empty beer cans, the smell of regret EVERYWHERE lol believe me it was everywhere. But yeah woke up in the morning in this scene and i think this was supposed to be at sarah lawrence although strange as it is it reminded me of auburn. Maybe this is what my brain associates with a “house party” and because of the key figures involved in this dream, meshed together with sarah lawrence. Anywhosie, andrew was there and thats pretty much the only other real person that i can remember being there besides her. We were up and about in the morning recooperating and she just walks into the kitchen. Im sitting on the floor and the just walks right in, taking those long legged strides you know she takes. It really is a spectacle to watch someone and identify there very movements with this person. The way they walk is a very good example. And theyll never see themselves the way that you see them right there, as they are. Fun little tangent there. But she walked into the kitchen and started making breakfast, or so it looked like. And i know every detail is very important so let me include the dream thought that it was under my impression that somewhere in the dream we had already had breakfast of some kind and she was not present for it. I do not know why, yet i cannot help but feel that if she wanted to make an appearance, she could have. But shes busy making her own breakfast, for herself, and shes just the most awesome thing ever. Why did i call her a thing? Hm, well talk about that later. But she was wearing these comfy looking pajama pants with just a simple t-shirt with these huge hello kitty headphones on, never making eye contact with anyone as she made her food. I know this doesnt sound like the most appealing of people (called her a person here, make note) yet there would nothing that i would rather do than just go up and hug the shit out of her. You know? Just to feel her close. Itd be very nice. Yet as the dream continues, andrew, me, and whoever else were with make our leave and of course without her. The next thing i remember were driving away and i spot her walk into a coffee shop or bakery of some kind lifting up one hello kitty headphone to talk to someone on her phone. I dont know why but with that being the last thing i saw of her, all i felt, all i could think about me feeling was this feeling of longing. I longed for her lol as dumb as that sounds. And this feeling of longing only reminds me of that advice where everyone keeps telling you to stop being such a pussy and go after what you want! Just get up and do something about your situation if youre unhappy about it. Well, im afraid. And i dont know how. And i dont know why. This girl, just one of the best people i know. In all her essence she is just a good person, an incredible catch. Yet i dont know if i have settled with myself yet the idea of her being it. I know thats a stupid thing to be thinking about, yet shut the hell up its kind of hard not to. And if she isnt “the one” then youve already tried to extend that olive branch and see if anything was there, and look where it got you… OH OH OH you almost forgot! Mystique was in your dream too! And what is interesting is that after your non-verbal non-interaction rejection with Her, you quickly started hooking up with Mystique in the bathroom. With red boots bleeding along with what seemed like a skimpy red outfit into half of the bathtub. There were two square shaped tubs connected together to make a two parter bathtub. I dunno. But yeah you fuckin hooked up with Mystique! The mutant that can be anyone… what does that tell you freud?