Dreamscapes

To be mature means to face, and not evade, every fresh crisis that comes.
– Fritz Kunkel

It did not take me long to dream about Galahad after last thursday. In the dream, I had won a raffle and an evening with him. A lot of the dreams last night made no sense, but we went to dinner. We shared a chair; it was odd. I sat in front of him between his legs, and we were close as we talked. We also sat in two different chairs and talked about the other night actually. Then Stephanie and Jessica from school appeared out of nowhere and ruined my night. Given, I have been thinking about him lately. I thought about him yesterday. When I was in high school, I thought he was so unreachable. I do think he is, but I use to be in such awe of him that I couldn’t conceive of a real physical relationship with him. He was angelic and almost holy. It was odd because he is the most unreal person sometimes in terms of being so beautiful. I’d be happy just to be his friend honestly. The other night showed me how I’ve changed because I feel the same and possibly want him more since I can imagine it now. Not that it would ever because last thursday was a bit of a fluke really.

It is sad to be faced with the fact it can never be. The love can never be.

Also, the night before last, I dreamt I lived on a tropical island with a predominantly female population. Everyone wore bikinis. My grade 7 and 8 teacher was there. There were less than ten men on the island. I think I only saw like five of them. The dream was weird and totally nonsensical because all the women were after this one man and he basically slept with almost all the island. Not me of course, but we became friends. It didn’t matter, but it was crazy how much of a sex god I dreamed about. Of course, this pissed off the other men on the island.

Off to figure out my 365 entry for today.

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