Dreams of People Not Worth Dreaming Of.
I was standing on a hill, looking down a green and muddy field with yellow little flowers I used to pick when I was still a child. I wasn’t wearing any slippers nor shoes. I was probably wearing a peach or off white dress - flowing and unfortunately tattered. I looked at the field and right across it is a mini house made of nipa and stuff and there were people eating and in my dream they were my family. The faces of the men were unclear, but I knew that my grandmother and my sister were there. I had to run to them across the green and muddy way and I was feeling really hesitant because I didn’t want my feet to get dirty and I was afraid that I might step on some broken glass (although there wasn’t any at all in sight!). But later on I figured out that I have to cross it - dirty feet or broken glass, I had to. So I ran and to my surprise, the ground felt soft and I found myself smiling in delight. I felt the greens brushing my legs. I felt happy just running there. Then I reached the hut. And I found him there - looking fresh out of the shower, drying his hair with a very light yellow towel, wearing black shorts, no shirt. He looked at me and I stopped dead in my tracks, too shocked to see him there. Instantly, Tim came into my mind and I felt a rush of panic. And I asked my sister and my grandmother what he was doing there but I didn’t hear them anymore because Tim was already there, swirling me around and asking me the same question. And I told him that I didn’t have any idea, that I would never would’ve wanted that guy to be where we were. Then I heard Ti’ms voice, waking me up for dinner.
Sheesh. I’ve read from somewhere that whenever you dream about someone that means they’d want to see you. But what did he want to see me for OR what does he want to see me for? We were so over years and years ago. Why does he keep on haunting me in my sleep? :| Hmmm… But that was just a dream.
-T
