dream blog 1

Okay must get this down quickly for it’s disappearing from my head as I write! This morning (last night?) I had a very intriguing dream that I totally thought was true. I think it’s because of my yearnings to see my good ol’ friend Amine again (cuz I haven’t seen him in like…ages?). Anyways. So I was at SCCC in Accounting class (or in some class that looked a lot like Accounting) and like I get a phone call. And it’s all like Sam. to which I was like “Uh…why the heck is Sammy calling!??!” cuz Sammy like…never calls. No seriously. Her name is in my address book but only I call her under pressured circumstances such as gossip confirmations and bus asking. Anyways, so I pick up and it’s like…Amine. And he’s all like “Dude where are you. I’m at SCCC”. And it’s quite interesting the timing of this dream because he was supposedly going to come up to SCCC this week to visit and whatnot but I told him not to cuz he would have to skip class and noway I want him to fail. So I end up leaving class and meeting up with him. And like we see each other at this weird fountain thing at Central? And I’m all like “Ohmygod we have this cool fountain pool thingy. I never knew!” and there are like little kids crawling around and stuff…cuz it’s a pool. A kiddie pool I guess. So yea yea we say Hi and I’m all like “OH I CAN’T SKIP HISTORY CUZ I HAVE A TEST.” but then I’m all like “Well. Tests in history are always easy so I’ll rush through it quickly and finish it fast and I’ll meet you here okay?” so that’s the end of that. So I go to history and like…everyone’s not doing a test? They’re like eating pizza and drinking energy drinks and weird stuff. And I’m like “Uh…why don’t we have a test?” and people are like “We’re having a party. Then we have a test.” And I love class parties. Especially one’s with good food so I’m all happy and stuff and then the test and then I leave for home. And for some reason, when I get home it’s like hella dark and stuff and I’m in my bed and whatnot. When I’m like “OMG. I FORGOT ABOUT AMINE.” So I start panicking and whatnot. So I call him and all I remember is that I kept on saying “I’m sorry” over and over again. And that’s how my dream ended. 

I’m sorry.

 

Hm. Wonder what that means.