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I haven’t been writing my dreams down lately as much as I had in the past, mostly because they’ve rarely made enough sense to me to even worry about trying to remember.

The night after Patrick and I broke up, months ago, I remember clearly having mentioned to Matthew that I’d recently dreamed about this particular interstate exit that we drove past, one being redone, under construction. It certainly made no sense then, was just a random bit of conversation, but I found myself asking him about a week ago if he remembered me mentioning it; he did.

Perhaps slightly more than a month ago I had this similarly vague dream, one where I simply had my arm around someone, but I couldn’t figure out who it was, it was either someone I’d never met, thus being a composite character, or it was someone that I hadn’t seen for a great while. I remember, if anything, being distinctly happy that I was with this person, very comfortable.

Fairly soon after that vignette I had another dream, with this same person, but this time we were laying in a bed next to each other. It was early morning, the walls were a very distinct colour from the sun rising and starting to light the room. I was on ‘the wrong side’ of the bed, as compared to the side I normally sleep on. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and I felt overwhelmingly this feeling of love between the two of us, it was so strong as to be unquestionable.

I asked Matthew if he remembered my dream about the interstate exit because I used that very exit as part of my travels within the last month. I was actually rather disoriented as I’d never used it before, having always used a different one to get to that part of town. While exiting the interstate that dream flashed into the forefront of my mind, but for all I knew it was just a feeling of deja vu, and no real indicator of anything.

I had my arm around the person I was visiting, and again a dream flashed into the forefront of my mind, it was starting to make sense.

Sounds of the city, of which I am no longer acustomed to having lived in the country for the last four years, woke me earlier than him. I glanced over, I was on the ‘wrong side’ of the bed, I had my arms wrapped around him, the sun was rising to illuminate the walls ever so slightly. I did feel love.

I’m not quite sure what to make of it, but as with writing of the epiphany, it has all started to make sense.

All sorts of time and space issues get warped here in this dream… leaving me a bit disturbed, thankfully, in some ways, I was awoke during the middle by my phone beeping.

I’m not sure exactly where I am, but I know I’m staying at a hotel because I was unpacking clothing and random food items in quite an odd sort of place… hence hotel, right?

I hate how my mind sort of just assumes I’ll be able to figure out what the hell is going on once I wake up, presuming of course that I’d remember, but then again maybe if I remembered everything I’d spend less time trying to make sense of it all.

I either ran into Davey somewhere… or rather I certainly did, I just don’t know if it was a planned meeting or not. I’m leaning toward it being more like him picking me up at the airport, but that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense considering details that come later.

We hugged, I kissed him on the cheek… which didn’t make a whole lot of sense either, but I didn’t sense any sort of want to have it any other way. He seemed surprised that I went more with the ‘friend route’ than otherwise. He said something in regards to ‘the spark’ …wondering if it was still there, I kissed him on the cheek again and said something like ‘no, it’s gone.’

Skip to me being in the hotel room, where I was unpacking stuff and suddenly my mum was there… and I look out the window and my dad is driving away in the blue festiva (errrr….?).

I was texting back and forth with Davey, I guess trying to arrange for spending more time with each other, but it never seemed to happen before I woke up… ironic.

I’ve had several dreams lately that are mostly vignettes, strange enough to be afraid of even remembering them. I had two yesterday and try as I may, I could only remember the second… it was simple, just me running into Jake somewhere and hugging him. That was the relationship with all the potential never actualized, which reminds me of someone in particular, heh… it’s depressing.

Today I just kept having dream upon dream, all running together. I think the first was also a bit of a small one, I was sitting on the floor (I think)… JP was on a chair or stool or something not terrible elaborate next to me… there was some other random boy on a loveseat to my left… no idea who it might be… Matthew comes along and sits down next to that guy in a ‘very comfortable’ sort of way, disappointing… and then there’s JP again… just kind of there… an inch away from my lips, tentative kiss, and another with confirmation. [end]

That whole ’scene’ transformed into some weird first person shooter style world, where I had a crappy weapon that wouldn’t hurt a chicken, but these other guys, whomever they were, had killer stuff, literally. Toward the end I discovered that my weapon had settings, heh, and it was on something like ultra-low, hah. Yeah, that was strange and made little sense.

I didn’t even watch The Simpsons tonight! I hate how dreams come unglued even moments after waking, to where I don’t remember exactly how they started out.

I was part of a group of people, apparently rather closely knitted, and we were at this manor house of sorts, where there were presumably several floors, with the basement being quite identical to the basement here, particularly my new bedroom and brother David’s room. So we’re stumbling into this place to sort of crash out for a while, I should mention that Davey is with us… though at times he resembles this boy Matt I used to know when I was younger. My brothers and their girlfriends are in one room downstairs, Davey is sleeping on my new bed in my new bedroom downstairs…

I’m upstairs and in this all wooden office area where this older guy (Mr. Burns) is going over this vote sheet, where apparently the senior members of this “club” were voting me and my “orange haired freakshows” out.. I tried explaining to him that his impression of us was completely wrong, but of course, managed to beat him upside the wall instead so he found himself on the floor… kinda, sorta… dead.

I think Davey wanted to leave anyway, we were going to DC I think… but leaving seemed to mean without me most of the time… I remember going downstairs and I just wanted to enjoy being with him, but as soon as I got downstairs he got up and asked me if I was ready [to leave]. It was very dissapointing and mirrors reality too much.

I often have dreams involving either train stations, metro stations, or airports. I had this bizzare dream yesterday that involved a sort of post-apocalyptic world that was mostly covered in water. I really should have written it down yesterday because now it’s more of just a blur, but it involved ‘driving’ this boat over a series of bridges with holes in them (a common theme, scarily enough) and the boat fell or slid off of this bridge interchange area… we finally found our way to this dock, where these people were less than thrilled with our being there. There was some sort of fight related scene, then we found our way into some shopping mall. I remember there being some sort of brief kiss between me and whoever the guy I was with was.

Today’s dream started out on a train, I was with Cole. I remember for some reason the train was stopped and I went to some other car, when I looked back to the original train there was some sort of accident, there were two trains on neighboring tracks, with what looked like “cartoon electric shock hair” people, some strewn onto the ground alongside the train. I was mortified, apparently there were then people switching trains, so I went to the one that seemed most logical, only to find that Cole wasn’t on it, but it started moving, so I yelled at the conductor guy to stop to let me off (it was more like a bus on tracks than an actual train). There was this woman who got totally bent out of shape because I wanted off the train, apparently there was a dead woman on it too, heh, and they wanted to have that dealt with. I was just going to jump from the train as it was accelerating, but the height was a bit too much, so once it slowed then I got off.

Back aboard the other train I discover that Cole is fine, so I suppose we continue on our way. We’re in England apparently and are living together in some apartment. Apparently everything is fine for a good while, though I’m not really sure what we do on a daily basis. One day I come home to find that there’s this degenerate boy living in the apartment below us and they’re chopping a whole in the floor so that they can pass *something* between them… to which I pretty much freak. The next thing I know is that Cole is gone, somebody else in the apartment building tells me that he’s gone to the train station… but that isn’t where he is, I figure out, somehow, that he’s at the airport. I grab together a bunch of my stuff and rush down there. I run into him and he says something incredibly rude about how he wanted to go to [somewhere that I forget] with someone that could afford to do it in style or something like that. I’m totally puzzled by the fact that something has come over him making him very much unlike his normal self. And then I lose track of him again — this woman tells me I want platform G, and that it is down near [something], I look at the map and can’t find it. Then I run into him again, at a ticket window of sorts, and pull what amounts to be perhaps 500 UK pounds of money out of his pocket. I ask him where on earth he got that money, though I have my suspicions (re: the hole between the floors and whatever it was that they were sending back and forth), but he tells me to keep it. It was pretty obvious that no matter what I would say that he was leaving.

Then, with irony, I wake up to my phone beeping with a page… it was him.