juxtapositions

It's been too long. Way too long. It's not that I don't dream anymore. I do but it just didn't seem interesting or forgettable to remember to blog about them.

But this one is different.

As usual, there'll be no names attached to the persons mentioned. Many things have last passed since the last dream recorded so I won't bother trying to keep anything up to speed.

So anyway, about a month and a half ago, I met some new friends, we started going out, bonding, that kind of stuff, and doing things together as a group, blah blah blah. Only thing is that there is this one person, BS, who I kinda have a crush thing for but there are some things that time cannot and ever will be able to smoothen out the creases, so that's no-man's land there in pursuing the person and all.

Which brings me back to the dream. It happened like this. The group of us were at a party or something where there were lots of other guests, plenty of food, good music, and formal looking people there as well. Nothing sleazy or dodgy, just a fun little event where everyone seemed nice and dressed pretty and handsomely, and made small talk with each other. We were mingling around, having fun, talking to people and then I finally got around to talking to him and we chatted and was friendly enough as usual. No suspicious activity to suggest anything more, yet.

When we were going up a small flight of stairs to get some food, he casually put his arm around my waist and gently directed me in the way of whatever we were ooh-ing and aah-ing then. So I responded innocently by placing my hand on one of his arms and suddenly we got a bit too touchy feely even for my taste and comfort zone since we were in a public place and we weren't even in a relationship lest I know him well enough yet. There wasn't anything to be censored going on but just that it felt like things were taking several leaps and bounds too fast.

I could feel eyes poking and pricking the back of my head already but we just somewhat continued as normal and suddenly he held my hand and led me somewhere else. Then, a couple of people approached us and we sort of parted for a while to join the others and continued our mingling.

It was just weird. He is cute, his charm oozes when he speaks, his eyes deep-set, and his smile practically screams a certain sparkle there, but like I said, time can't be the healer or cure of everything.

Perhaps prayer, a little bit of hope, and a whole lot of faith will bring me closer to the answer I'm searching for.

In the mean time, at least there's one guy whom I know I can always ogle at though my reach is light years away from him. Nonetheless, I am contented with that knowledge just as long as he continues to bring sexy back every now and then.

Milo "Droolness, Hotness, Nekkidness" Ventimiglia

questions (un)answered

How do you know if you really know a person?

Even when it's only been less than two months or so.

Would it mean more significant if you started having dreams about him/her?

If that dream came about because you managed to will yourself into dreaming about him/her.

Does it say something about yourself when you begin missing him/her even before he/she has left?

When you purportedly started a tiny chain of meetings that you know he/she has to see you again before he/she leaves for that uncharted place.

Would one go so far as to hunt for a farewell gift even when you know you barely know him/her and he/she knows that too?

And it's even more difficult when you can sense a connection you've never had that luxury for a long time.

What do you do when all your anticipation and hopes into getting into a chance meeting with him/her are all you have in this time of stress and dilemma?

And you sadly realize albeit too late that dreams are all you have to cherish those moments together.

(Tiny teensy detail update on the dream that I just managed to somehow recall about. It was an image of one of my current favourite person combined with a disgusting habit I very recently discovered that someone close to me developed.)

triple threat

The usual dreaming suspects cropped up again last night when I was visited by the sandman.

The first dream involved a guy I know who is pretty well known so names will not be mentioned but let's just say that he has a history but just not with me. I just remembered a lot of water everywhere and that he was mopping it all up for some reason and there was a lot of other girls flocking around him as well, which isn't that far removed from reality actually.

The second dream was me sitting in this huge lecture hall with a few other people and one of my previous lecturers was there as well. He was directing us to do something or listen to him or other.

The third dream is just a blank to me.

I only know that there was three dreams happening last night where I weaved in and out of the dreams. Sort of like moving from one room to the other but the story line continuing despite me being gone so there were some gaps of memory there.

Water always seem to be a recurring theme in my dreams. Wet dreams anyone?