Yo what’s up? 🙂
I can’t think of anything to rant about now ’cause I’m sick. Just so you know, whenever I’m sick, all I can think about is my bed and my stuffed toy named Cuddly Belly Bear. And of course, I miss my mother more than ever during such. Since I have this flu, I figured it will be better if I just take it easy.
So I’d just tell you this strange dream I had the other night.
I don’t think it really sounds strange, but for me it is. IT IS STRANGE, FVCK IT.
I found myself in the middle of a basketball game at my high school’s open court. Like, srsly, I was playing with this group of girls way back that phase of my life, and it’s a 3v3 I think. After like 10 seconds, we decided to drop it and just talk about how great we thought we were. As we were laughing, this group of elite boys joined us. Now the basketball thing is not strange actually, ’cause I really play that, but not until college. The strange thing is that I was apparently best friends with that girl group when in reality, I HATE THEM. Okay. Now let’s go back to the dream. I’m gonna tell it as if it’s an ancient story LOL.
A Junior guy approached me and asked if he could talk to me in private. I said yes, and we headed over and sat at the flagpole’s stairs.
“I adore you for being so kind. You are popular, but you act like you’re not,”
Enter Zayn Malik singing “But when you smile at the ground it ain’t hard to tell, You don’t know-oh-oh, You don’t know you’re beautiful!” LOLJK. he said. Then he pulled out a long-stemmed red rose (out of nowhere). I tried hard to keep my jaws from dropping. He looked straight to my eyes, but I felt so awkward I unconsciously dropped my gaze on my hands resting on my lap.
“I like you. Even though I know that I don’t stand any chances against *****, I like you. I adore you,” he said, handing me over the rose.
I shifted my gaze to the view in front of me. Then I noticed ***** leaning on one of the benches and looking at me. He smiled his famous smile with those cute eyes, making me unconsciously smile back.
It started to rain.
“I don’t care anyway. I just have to say how obsessed I am to you before you graduate,” then he tried to hand me over the rose again. This time I looked at him, feeling sorry and confused at the same time. Sorry for the boy, whose name I can’t remember anymore, professing his infatuation to me. Confused, because I don’t know what he meant about not standing any chances against *****. Of course, he doesn’t have the chances (although the boy’s good-looking too, fvck that) because I just met him
and this is crazy, But here’s my number, So call me maybe LOLJK I’m stopping now, and that’s one thing he himself knew. But did he just meant ***** likes me, too? Oh, sweet Son. He was named the Prom King, and I have to admit I ah-dore him. Can he really be into me? He knew I’m not into any relationship now, that I’m certain with.
Then it started to rain harder that the tree covering us can’t keep us from getting soaked. I found myself nodding over *****, who looked at me worriedly. He automatically opened his umbrella and made his way to where I and the guy were sitting.
“Maybe I should go now. Just please don’t let yourself be hurt by the fortunate guy you’re going to love,” he painfully said, tossing the thornless rose to my lap as he realized I have no plans of accepting it. “I bet you woudn’t even remember me anyway.”As he saw ***** almost near us, he stood up and said before he ran away, “I’m but nobody whose everything is you. Can you at least not throw away that rose?”
They said dreams are based on our real lives. And for me, it’s quite a creative representation of what our thoughts are. I’m not gonna tell if that dream is but a fantasy or if it’s something to really do with me though. What do you think? 😉 LOL.