So far I felt this day has gone by without anything really important to tell me. Exept for the fact that for some reason yesterday's wish was actually fulfilled, yes I got to dream about her.
Well, in my last dreams I started paying attention to the fact that I tend to forget them. So, before that happens again I will write down what it looked like.
I remeber that for some reason I got back from school early. When I was home I was told, don't remember who told me, that I gotta be prepared for the flight. No information to where.
I was upset, it felt as though this was a very important flight, so I started getting the books out from my backpack filling it afterwards with whatever was needed for a trip. I got my big bag also and started pulling out clothes from my closet. Then the terror happened. For some reason even the smallest things in dreams seem to scare me to death. Yes, all my jeans were dirty. (Has anyone ever seen one of my jeans neat and clean?)
I was more upset and started going crazy. So I finished preparing my bags and I was just heading on to my sister's room. (For some reason, it was my sister's room from the former apartment)
When I was there I noticed that me and other people (Never remembered their faces... Never saw them) had to jump off the window. There seemed to be a rush, and I heard voices which remind me of my group leader, urging us to move faster.
So, I was off the window in some kind of bombshelter's exit and I saw what looked like a park somewhere in Madrid. It wasn't madrid, and I knew it was Ben Gurion's airport. I noticed that my whole self was weird. I looked like a soldier, I was really weird. My muscles looked as I trained for years and I felt taller.
As I was going down I saw a group of people. And she was sitting with them. I just stopped, staring at her from the distance and then she saw me and she rose up. She was just perfect, beautiful. And as she was approaching me the dream fade into black. And I was awake.
I was shocked. Such a dream. She dreamt about the same moment two nights ago.
So, I am ok. And I guess that should be all for now. I gotta go.
Well, in my last dreams I started paying attention to the fact that I tend to forget them. So, before that happens again I will write down what it looked like.
I remeber that for some reason I got back from school early. When I was home I was told, don't remember who told me, that I gotta be prepared for the flight. No information to where.
I was upset, it felt as though this was a very important flight, so I started getting the books out from my backpack filling it afterwards with whatever was needed for a trip. I got my big bag also and started pulling out clothes from my closet. Then the terror happened. For some reason even the smallest things in dreams seem to scare me to death. Yes, all my jeans were dirty. (Has anyone ever seen one of my jeans neat and clean?)
I was more upset and started going crazy. So I finished preparing my bags and I was just heading on to my sister's room. (For some reason, it was my sister's room from the former apartment)
When I was there I noticed that me and other people (Never remembered their faces... Never saw them) had to jump off the window. There seemed to be a rush, and I heard voices which remind me of my group leader, urging us to move faster.
So, I was off the window in some kind of bombshelter's exit and I saw what looked like a park somewhere in Madrid. It wasn't madrid, and I knew it was Ben Gurion's airport. I noticed that my whole self was weird. I looked like a soldier, I was really weird. My muscles looked as I trained for years and I felt taller.
As I was going down I saw a group of people. And she was sitting with them. I just stopped, staring at her from the distance and then she saw me and she rose up. She was just perfect, beautiful. And as she was approaching me the dream fade into black. And I was awake.
I was shocked. Such a dream. She dreamt about the same moment two nights ago.
So, I am ok. And I guess that should be all for now. I gotta go.
posted by Navid at 5:32 AM
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