So I've recently decided to move on from a the only girl who would approach me two years ago to whom I was rather close and who moved unexpectedly (to me, anyway) cutting all communicative ties I had to her (also, two years ago) and accept that this move was not temporary.
OR HAVE I.
Just last night I dreamed I saw her walk out of the old school where I met her among a crowd of other kids who's faces I couldn't really see. Her being to only person I can identify I walk out and greet her, she recognizes me instantly, and we run off together into the darkness (like, seven AM darkness, not pitch black or anything.) We find a little gas station mini mart and walk inside, and I leave her for a second to go look at something, and I see someone else in the mini mart just turn into another girl who, call me shallow, I have considered very "ugly". I make my way back to my girl, and everyone I pass turns into the "unattractive one". When I get back to her, she has also transformed. I am instantly compelled to question my "appearance is least important" philosophy and we walk back outside together, but when we get out I am with someone else. A boy about my age who's face I can not see. We run off, and the next thing I know I am in my room, about to watch the second to last episode of "The Prisoner".I see Patrick Magohan, the actor for the show's main character standing on a coast line and is greeted by a man in a white robe (one of the white robe guys from the last episode) shouting "I I I!" at him. He smiles and says "I like this little fellow" inspiring the white robe guys for the last episode. Now these white robe guys are apparently the tyrant rulers of my imagination. I am now frantically running from one who is carrying a pitchfork type weapon down a hill in a village like area (if you've seen the original 1960's Prisoner, you'll know what I mean). I outsmart him somehow and escape back up the hill. I am now in that same 7 AM type darkness area again, but much father away from the school and the mini mart and it is raining a little. I have met up with my friend who's face I cannot see again and we are about to board a helicopter that is about to land on the helipad before us so we can escape my imagination, but the helipad is flooded by about a foot of water, and the helicopter bursts into flames before it lands and only a small, flaming piece of it hits the ground. We just keep walking, in search of another way to escape the white robe guy monarch.
And the rest is a blur. I wake up with some of the deepest emotions I've felt in a while, confused and afraid that if I ever see that girl again in reality something terrible will happen.
I feel that
this sums up a lot of it.
