Another dream, and I still don't know your name.
I had a dream about that guy again. Ever since the last one, I haven’t been able to get his face out of my mind… Not that I would want his face out of my mind. He was beautiful…and perfect.
This dream seemed like almost a prequel to the last one. I get the feeling my family in this dream is very important, almost famous, like they have an appearance to live up to. In the dream I see me and this guy (whose name I don’t remember) in a series of different places. I see me and him surrounded by my friends. My friends don’t like him, I suspect that they think he’s bad for me, that he’s not good enough. I also remember my dad giving a speech to a large crowd. I had to stand by my father’s side, and I brought this guy with me, and I held his hand behind my back so nobody would see.
I don’t remember too much else from the dreams. I think I remember that I finally got to kiss him.
I think it was a prequel to the dream, because I didn’t know anything about me dying yet, I got the hint that there was an unspoken mutual love between me and the guy, but we still treated each other like crap and like the other didn’t matter. But, I saw the way he looked at me. And I knew exactly how I looked at him.
I’m sure that it’s pathetic, to love someone you only dream about every once in awhile, but my dreams lately are all I look forward to.