I had a dream.
I was in
China, sometime during the
holidays because I remember that I only had a few weeks before I came back to Canada. I was with a girl. I don't know how we met, but it seemed as if we were
inseperable. Every time something happened that threatened to seperate us, something would always happen to bring us back together. It was kind of strange. I
remember meeting her
dad, and
crawling through tunnels, very small tunnels. I also remember a large
ceremony. Quite large, it was over several street blocks.
I don't remember much details. I don't remember what her voice sounded like, what she looked like, or even what her name was. But you know, all that doesn't matter. What matters is what I remembered; that I was
happy. Completely happy.
When I
woke up, I realized it was just a
dream, and I tried so hard to get back to
sleep. To go back to where I was happy. When I couldn't, I felt as if I had
lost something. It's quite strange because I never had it to begin with. But I felt the
happiness, and I remember it. In a sense, its worse than
losing something in real life. I won't have the
memories of the dream to think back of, only the happiness. Maybe I'm thinking and
lingering too long on this.
Dreams suck.