Speaking of Dreams, I am going to write here about my dream last night. I am on the verge of being in control right now. So far, so good. I have not shed a tear last night., and if this is going to take one little bitter step at a time, so be it.

Back to the dream. I dreamt last night. I haven’t been thinking about him for a long time. Yet in my dream, I remembered vividly everything. I remembered how he looked like, his smile: those thin red lips of his smiling. I remembered his bod, and it won’t help that in my dream he wore a sleeveless sando that showed his perfectly muscled torso.

In my dream, he had been looking for me, and I was with my high school friends, asking them to help me escape from him. I hid everywhere, but he have the means of having a friend who had a motorcycle, whom he backrode in.

Still there? This might sound a little crazy, but in my dream he tried his best to find me, which did not occur because I tried my all to hide away from him, right to the point wherein my high school friends decided to tell me that I have to face him right then and there.

And so after a couple of hide and seek, I did show myself to him. And I vaguely remembered how I must have felt when he had smiled at me.

I told my friend yesterday that he did indeed have fault on me, and yet I haven’t erased him in my contacts in Friendster. Yes, I admit that there was a time wherein I have been so crazy about him. He was this guy, after all, who had made me smile for several months.

Honestly, I wanted to remember how I did fell for him way back. He was this guy, whom I had considered to be way beyond my reach. And he was, literally, way too out of my league.

What the hell am I doing? Yesterday I read his blog stating about his dream with a girl, and now this? I am writing an entry about a guy? Ha…Let me, please. It’s okay. I am in denial. I know.

Back to the dream. In my dream, he asked if he could see me regularly. I think he must have asked if we could, get together sometime. And I was happy. Because I vaguely remembered how he was so excited because I agreed on dating him.

Now where is this going? Nothing perhaps. But I just want to write a thing about it. And, at least, make a reminder that even in my dream, some other guy had made me smile.

Thank you.