dream Catcher--;

I had a dream two nights ago about a crush I once had. His name was Tony. If you know me, you know that I was in love with this boy. It was like, we were so close, yet so far. In the end, everything didn't work out, but we stayed friends. But then my phone broke, and now there's no way I can keep in touch with him. Bummer, I know. But here's the dream:

It was the same place where I had dreamed about him once. On the south side of Merced, passed the high way. He was with a bunch of his friends and I had spotted him. I was so far from him and I tried keeping up with him and also making sure he didn't spot me. I followed them to his place, or so I thought. He and his friends were having this party/hang out or something. Most of them started leaving but all I was doing was staying on the outside, walking by to check up with what he was up to and such. Then it was just him and his ex girlfriend left. By now, I was inside the house, but on the send floor. I don't know how I got up and in there, but somehow I did. They traveled up and I panicked and fled the scene by exiting the back door. I climbed down the stairs and hid under them. But there was this dog that kept barking. I overheard Tony tell his ex, "Hey, I got to get home, it's late already." In my mind I thought, -wait, isn't this his house? I guess not-. He peered outside the back door on the second floor and I was up against the wall on the first floor. For some odd reason, I couldn't keep my balance, so I fell on my butt. I thought he'd seen me, but he didn't. Then me, being the foolish girl that I am, popped out and said hi to him. You should have seen the look on his face. It was a cross of who-the-fuck-are-you and what-the-fuck-are-you-doing-here. I don't know what happened after that. I woke up.

And ever since last night, I wondered, {why did I have this dream about him}. Maybe it's because schools going to start soon, and I miss seeing him in school everyday? Maybe. But then when I fell asleep last night, I had another dream about him:

School was in session. I was still attending Merced High for some reason and I was with my cousin. We were walking around the hallways until school let out. The bell rung and everyone was starting to walk home and such. I had walked up that small slope like I used to everyday after school in hopes of maybe seeing him (but that was also my way of going home). I hadn't seen him and I started walking home, but I magically ended up back in the hallways. And coming my way was the one and only Tony and two of his friends. Or so I thought, again. When he walked passed me, he didn't acknowledge him, but to my surprise, I didn't like him, AT ALL. I kept walking and I felt this feeling of disgust deep down in my stomach. I turned to my cousin and told her that I didn't like Tony at all anymore, He's so ugly, What did I ever see in him. All she said back was, "Are you sure it was him?" And then something hit me. That wasn't Tony! It was some dirty Mexican (excuse my language) that I had thought was him because I was thinking of Tony so much. Then his face popped into my mind, and I was okay again.

You see, two dreams of him in a row. Is this a good omen or a sign of obsession? Certainly not obsession because I haven't the slightest care for him in about two three months. Gosh, I don't know what it is, but it's not fun. I know a dream is just a dream, but sometimes dreams have a secret meaning. Don't you feel like that too? I don't know. I mean, I know it's cliche to say, but only time will tell. ☺