I had a dream last night (613 hits)
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Submitted by Aladdin El Salhadin <gaiijinninja.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2005-01-15 07:06:46 EST
I had a dream last night and oddly enough, I remember it today.
The images are so pure, so picturesque that they remain in my memory like tattoos upon the flesh.
I dream of a girl who I have never met. She haunts my rest and yet I would give anything to be with her.
The exact sequence of events eludes me. I cannot tell you where it begins, how or most importantly... why?
The school bus is rolling along; I can tell it is a school bus because it is yellow. Bright canary yellow and aloud with cacophony.
Throughout my life, I have never ridden on such a bus, but my mind knows all the minor details.
The contours of the seat, size of the aisle and various teenagers who adorn the seats with unique characteristics of their own.
She sits alone, a blue ribbon in her hair and her eyes downcast.
She is beautiful, more beautiful then any other girl that I have ever laid eyes upon.
I know that I am unworthy of her, but I sit next to her anyway.
I reach down and wipe a piece of hair from my eye as she keeps her gaze averted from my own.
I cough lightly, my throat feeling as if was being scorched by the merciless rays of the sun.
The bus continues to roll along and deep down; I know that the trip will never come to an end unless I talk to her "Hi"
The words are the hardest that I have ever had to speak, they come out like a trickle and regret follows instantly.
She turns her eyes up and looks at me; heart skips a beat "Hi"
Those eyes, like mystical diamonds and her voice is like honeyed ambrosia. I feel myself go weak at the mere sight of her.
She is my age, seventeen or eighteen and yet I cannot pinpoint it exactly "How old are you?"
At this point, it should have sunk in that I was deep within sleep. However, the mind has ways of justifying every question and she looked at me and replied "Seventeen".
I feel the weight of the world upon my eyes and I close them, when I reopen them she is in my arms crying.
The gentle roar of the school bus has vanished and I feel her chest raise and lower with the sobs from her voice.
I feel a duty to protect her, to keep her from harm and defend her from everything the world may throw at her.
It is odd, though she is the most beautiful girl in the world and she is in my arms, I feel no urge other then to comfort her.
Her golden hair overlaps my hand and I listen to her speak, endlessly.
Words about her father, her life and the pains that she has endured from those who claimed they loved her.
My first instinct is to laugh, it always has been in these situations, but instead I merely hold on tighter.
All I know is that I would never betray her, I would never lose make her cry like this.
It was only for a moment, but I felt what true love was like.
It was about caring for someone else more then for yourself, it was about more then a physical attraction, it was about more then just being able to hold one another.
For one single moment, I was not dead inside.
I felt, I cared and I understood what it was to empathize.
True love is being able to share a moment with someone who means the world to you. True love is being that person for a second and seeing the world through their eyes.
The power of my revelation shook me from my sleep and into the world of reality, drawing me away from the euphoria of my love.
The dull ache in my stomach was nothing compared to that of my spirit, soul. Momentarily, it had all vanished.
The feelings of love, euphoria and compassion.
I stalked out of my bed to the television room and sat down in my usual spot, a zombie compelled to watch for the sake of occupying the vapid hours.
No sooner had I turned on the television then a shock took hold of my body.
The remote dropped from my hands, as the jaw dropped from my mouth.
Upon the television screen, another bland drama about some garbage or another was playing. That did not matter, what did matter was that the actress within was the girl from my dreams.
The hair, the smile and the beauty which radiated from her was exactly what I had seen.
Every aspect was the same apart from those eyes which lacked so much magic. It was strange to see this doppelganger, so much so that it scared me and caused me to rub my eyes in disbelief.
However, the feelings were gone and all I thought about was wanton lust with her. Any deeper feelings had vanished.
Optimism remains though; I have been changed by this dream and my blessed vision.
I still cling to the hope that I might see my girl again, the apparition that taught me so much about life and love.
My muse, who bought me inspiration and passion, might still return.
(P:S This dream is true and the star who resembled my 'dream girl' is Leslie Bibb from the show Popular, I had never seen her until this dream and it was honestly the most inexplicable moment in my entire life)
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Submitted by chipolatte (user info) at 2005-01-15 14:06:23 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Why should I give a fuck about your dreams?
Submitted by tuesdaydelay (user info) at 2005-01-15 10:18:28 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Squijee (user info) at 2005-01-15 07:55:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I once had a dream involving a pretty hot woman from Australian TV (Melanie Symons). We sat on bean bags and watched Benny Hill. I shit you not, that was my entire dream.
And once in a dream I got shot in the head, which freaked me out no end.
Submitted by EagleHawk (user info) at 2005-01-15 07:35:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Good Lord, I first thought that was Jamie Lynn Spears (the picture, not the dream girl)
Submitted by Shagabah_Jones (user info) at 2005-01-15 07:30:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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