Have you ever had a dream that just confuses everything in you, and makes you question everything?
I just had one during my Sunday afternoon nap. {I've been dead tired because of nonstop school assignments and getting so much done in a short amount of time. I deserved that nap gosh dang it.}
My dream started out with me being up here at school and seeing some of the now seniors/juniors of MHS orchestra, which totally makes sense because I just saw them this weekend for the All-State concert that NAU was hosting. But I turned around and saw Larry {introduced in this post here} who is still on his mission in Japan until August. In the dream it made sense because his little brother was one of the ones who was up here for All-State and so was Larry's family, who I also ran into this weekend. So why not dream about Larry? Plus I think it was because I told mine and Larry's story to my new roommate {that's a whole other story. Short version, my old roommate and I hadn't really talked in months and she was bringing alcohol in the dorm room when I'd go home for the weekend and we can get into a crap ton of trouble for that, and then she basically became threatening towards me because of the alcohol situation. So I moved out, had my own room for two weeks and then my new roommate Liz moved on Tuesday, and we totes get along fine. Yay for story time?}
Anyways, back to my dream, there I was standing face to face with Larry all dressed up in his missionary suit and tag, and all of the sudden, his face up lit up and he extended his hand toward me for a handshake. From that handshake, he pulled me into a hug. I commented on how he had become buff and trimmed down {cheesy--I know} and he commented how much more beautiful I had gotten since he left. And then he said that I had gotten so much more romantic since he left, and then did one of those dance dips and looked straight into my eyes. I blushed and then he had to leave because he had not yet seen all of his family, and we parted ways.
I ran back to the front of my dorm, and I saw my roommate and I hastily said, "LIZLARRY'SBACK" and she started to freak out with me. But then I looked up, and saw Larry standing there. He hadn't left. I walked up to him and coyly said "So what, now you're stalking me?" and he just stood there and smiled. I invited him to go upstairs to my room and he took my hand and lead me to the door. We step into my dorm building and from there held hands and after taking forever to find my room, we finally stepped inside. I gave him the very short tour, and then he looked straight into my eyes and leaned in, and then I woke up with a startle.
umm so yeah. That was my dream today. And it made me question EVERYTHING. Do I still have feelings for Larry? What about David?
I haven't heard from David since DECEMBER. FREAKING DECEMBER. I had this really sweet girl in my class asking me yesterday when "my boyfriend" was getting back. {BTDubs, countdown is at 11 months today.} But there's a corner in my mind that honestly feels that he's forgotten all about me, and by the time he does get home, he'll want nothing to do with me and all my friend's predictions and hopes that we'll eventually get married will all be for naught. I mean, we were never officially ever dating, so there's always a chance that he didn't get the same vibe from me and I made it all up in my head.
I have no idea, but I know it'll all work out one day. hopefully.
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