Pumpkin Wings

It’s been two weeks since I posted here, which is long enough to annoy me. I have some stuff to write about, but I like to keep to one main subject in each post, so that’ll be later. My pStyle arrived, so expect a review-ish thing of that later.

It’s 3:27 am, and I’m about to go to bed. I just wanted to write a bit about a dream I had last night first. I doubt it’s really a dream that’s interesting to anyone except me, and it is much too long to be explained fully and detailed, but it was a pretty nice and cozy dream, so yeah. I’ll get more or less straight to the point (I’m much too spammy to ever *really* get straight to the point).

So, random stuff happened. At first, I was in some weird school competition. Then I was at a huge mall, buying candy in the candy store, and looking for a tray and possibly some cheap clothes. I also think I took a walk around some cliffs by the water at some point. Anyway. The thing is, there was this guy who was constantly around. At first I just kinda noticed him and thought he was pretty or something, but then somewhere at the mall, I actually started talking to him and stuff, and it turned out he had a girlfriend but was kinda interested in me as well. (I am sure this is connected to Kenneth’s constant spam yesterday about how he’d totally be in love with me if he wasn’t engaged, ha. Anyway, me and Kenneth aren’t really interested in eachother in that way.)

I’m kinda confused about what happened at this point, I think the guy was going to go watch TV with some other guys, but I tied him up or something, and then I just ended up watching the movie with them and getting somewhat snuggly with the guy (in difference to my usual retarded dreams, I was NOT having sex with him or even making out with him). Now what bothers me is, I want to remember who the hell the guy was, but I can’t. I’ve been thinking about it on and off for the whole fucking day, but I’m clueless. It could, of course, be some random guy who doesn’t actually exist, but I have a feeling it wasn’t, especially as everyone else in the dream were people I know. I remember I was watching the TV with three guys, one of which was Tobias’ brother. Naturally, you’d think Tobias was there as well. I don’t think it was him though, he might possibly have been the third guy, but I actually don’t think he was there at all. We were at his house though, even if it looked nothing like his real house. Truth is, I’m trying to figure out if Tobias’ brother was *that* guy, which would sort of bother me. I have ideas about at least three other people that it might be, but I don’t know. It’s so frustrating!

I know, I know, it was just a dream, and chances are it wasn’t a real person, but shit like this bothers me for some reason. I often spend the entire day thinking about the dreams I had the previous night, because my dreams tend to be long, vivid, detailed, and have a hell of a plot. I remember so many things from this dream so incredibly well, I remember all the details and all the items in the stores in the mall, I remember the studio where we had the school contest, the brightly coloured furnishing, the pattern of the tray I bought… Remembering a face shouldn’t be - and usually isn’t - a problem. But now it is. I hate when I can’t remember crucial details, and I hate it extra much when it’s actually about something NICE. Damn.

Yes, yes, silly me. I’m off to bed now, guessing all I can do is hope for an equally nice dream tonight.