Dreams. Nightmares.
Usually, there is such a definite line between "dream" and "nightmare".
My last dream blurred that line. It diluted it so much that I'm not sure if it exists anymore.
Such a glorious dream while it happened, but now, back in reality, it just hurts to think that it won't happen. It hurts to know how wonderful I felt in that first second of waking up. It hurts to admit that at least part of me would like for it to happen, stupid as that is. Stupid because of how he treated me and stupid because it's such a pipe dream.
But I haven't felt so glorious (as I did in the dream and waking up) since this all blew up in my face.
Will it be a recurring dream? A sort of story line of dreams?
Would that be good or bad?
My emotions are fucked.
I'll see you in my dreams
And I'll hold you in my dreams
Someone took you right out of my arms
Still I feel the thrill of your charms
Lips that once were mine
Tender eyes that shine
They will light my way tonight
I'll see you in my dreams.
Signing off,
Abigail
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Hey, it's Sister Catherine. :D
ReplyDeleteI had a dream like that the other night (monday night, I believe). During the dream, I KNEW it wasn't real, but I so desperately wanted it to be that I was even more heartbroken when I woke up. They suck.
How funny...a dream with a wish posted at 11:11.
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