Dreamlog: JJ
I'm trying to relive last night's most vivid dream.
JJ and I are in class, in high school, and I want to ask her out. A little bit of clarification here for those who don't know: JJ and I didn't go to the same high school. There we were any way, listening to Miss Gagliano explain the very easy "puzzle" from a book about Shakespeare. I can't remember the title, but it was an orange book.
We talk as the teacher goes on. Eventually the class ends and we walk to the first floor annex and talk on the way to her locker. She opens it, I lean close. I remember taking her hand and saying, "I miss you." I meant it with all my heart. I put my hand gently on her face, caress it slightly and slowly brush away the hair hiding her eyes.
As my dreams often do, the scene jumps to outside. We're still talking, she's still beautiful. That's all I remember.
I miss her.
In the dream, I never did ask her out.
JJ and I are in class, in high school, and I want to ask her out. A little bit of clarification here for those who don't know: JJ and I didn't go to the same high school. There we were any way, listening to Miss Gagliano explain the very easy "puzzle" from a book about Shakespeare. I can't remember the title, but it was an orange book.
We talk as the teacher goes on. Eventually the class ends and we walk to the first floor annex and talk on the way to her locker. She opens it, I lean close. I remember taking her hand and saying, "I miss you." I meant it with all my heart. I put my hand gently on her face, caress it slightly and slowly brush away the hair hiding her eyes.
As my dreams often do, the scene jumps to outside. We're still talking, she's still beautiful. That's all I remember.
I miss her.
In the dream, I never did ask her out.
