“…I dreamed a dream in time gone by…”
Dear Readers, if you have been following my blog for a while, you might have read some of my blog posts about my crazy dreams. Well! I just had one last night (or maybe early morning, I’m not certain) and in it are my super model crush, a friend of his, and yours truly.
This is the second time MT has invaded (hm?) my dreams. Let’s say the first one was intense in all sense of the word, (with Naomi Campbell and Tyrese in there!) but this second one is like… a rom-com. It’s so weird but I woke up feeling like I was in cloud nine.
Okay, the dream…
The dream was coloured. But the colours are sort of treated in “lomo” and so there are all sorts of hues of blues, and greens, and yellows… and there we were, the three of us, standing at the edge of a place that looks like a wharf, the breeze gently caressing us while looking over boats coming and going, with people going about their own businesses. I can see MT’s glorious curls dancing with the wind, his profile so gorgeous it took my breath away. At that moment he looked so carefree and happy – almost childlike in its innocence. (I vividly remember that part.)
MT’s friend, who we will call FL, is a friend of mine – he introduced me to MT. It was a trip somewhere, and he tagged along MT. We were just standing there, enjoying a quiet time when FL suddenly invited me over to New York to visit them. He added that I should stay with them. In the dream, my mind was already racing through my schedule and then suddenly I announced that I will be able to go on the last week of July or first week of August, because I have an impending trip to the UK for two weeks. Glad that I said yes, they both smiled encouragingly at me. Need I say that the urgency to say yes was because of the attraction I apparently have for MT?
And then I could not remember the other parts of the dream other than a lot of adventure to places that never looked like New York. Try Australia. And then it was a daze – a happy, warm, wonderful kind. There was this scene wherein we were both at a vast field in a sunny day and cool breeze and we were like two kids above a huge woven ball made of rattan and we roll it by running above it and we were just so happy. I fell of mine (imagine the kind of fall in Disney movies, the cute kind) we both laughed and he sort of jumped off the ball and I did too – we flipped backwards and landed on our feet. And like a Disney movie, we were face to face just smiling and holding hands.
“…But there are dreams that cannot be…”
I don’t remember much after that other than a magical montage of our happy faces. It’s so weird. When I woke up, I was smiling – saw my face on the mirror opposite me.
It was wonderful. There was no sad feeling when I realised it was a dream – just that for a couple of minutes, while I was asleep (half-dead state), I was in heaven. That dream just made my day. I could still feel him, still see his wonderful smiling face and those damn eyes that makes you forget your name…
(Okay, this sounds totally psychotic and maybe it is, but the point is it was a dream. And all dreams are stories. And stories have to be told. I want to write this for me, for my sake, not for anybody else. If somebody finds this okay, good – if somebody finds this totally tasteless and nonsense, I don’t give a flying fuck.)