The Boy (a dream)

4 11 2010

Another dream I had a long time ago.  The last time I modified it was apparently more than a year ago so it’s at least that old.

The Boy

I have to write this all out before I forget.  If the Boy happens to read what I’ve written, well, I don’t think it really matters anymore anyway.

So last night, I had a series of dreams, most of which I don’t remember, but there was one that I did.  Like most of my dreams, I don’t remember how exactly it began.  I do remember that I had dreamed a little before this all happened.  I was standing in line for something and talking to this girl while holding an umbrella.  We were arguing about something, and I remember saying to her, “Well, then you’d be screwed!”  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him behind me.  Like what I would’ve done in real life, I pretended I didn’t see him because I didn’t know what to say to him.  Still standing in line, I finally reached the front of the line.  I was let in, then turned around and looked at him.

“Hey, it’s you,” I said casually.  He smiled at me and replied, “It’s you.”  We continued walking and I guess we were in some kind of museum because there were all these artsy things around (not paintings, but 3D art stuff).  We began talking to each other and even though we were on opposite sides of the exhibits (which probably means something) we were able to see each other because the art was transparent.  We talked for a bit (i don’t remember about what) and then he asked me if I wanted to really meet him later, at 7:00 after his school finished and I could walk him to Broadway St. and talk to him on the way there.  So I agreed, obviously because it was always a lot of fun talking to him about anything, really.  We finalized our plan and then he started leaving in this weird little rocket car thing, and I had to shout at him so that he could hear me.  He told me not to worry if I couldn’t find him, because he knew my address.  (NOTE:  I don’t know if I’m allowed to say it here, but IT’S NOT MY REAL HOUSE!  I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THAT IS!  He told me I lived on 59th and Inverness (which in real life I don’t and have never lived there)  and he told me that he, if I failed to find him, would find me there.

NOTE:  I have never been associated with anything on 59th Ave.  It seems like a random number, if you as me.  Inverness refers to the street on which my friend lived for a few months.

Anyway, fast forward to 5:00.  I was at home, and panicking because like a lot of details in my dreams, I tend to forget things.  I couldn’t remember if it was 5:00 that I was supposed to meet him or 7:00.  I remember really going crazy and getting upset because I had really been looking forward to it.

Fast forward again, to 7:00.  I’m waiting on a street.  A bus drives by and I see him on the bus, so I get on.  I find it weird that he was a large tatoo running down his left arm, but I don’t care.  I go over to him and – I’m a little embarassed to admit this part – start making out with him.  I can tell that this guy is a lot older, and it isn’t him, but he looks like the Boy.  The camera switches points of view and now pivots to another bus, passing the opposite direction.  In that bus is the real Boy, who is looking surprised and a little upset.  But here’s the weird thing: he’s with his boyfriend, who looks so similar to him that they could be twins, and begins making out with him, as if to spite me.  That’s all I remember.

So yeah… I’m so glad I managed to type all that out quickly.  I think I know what this dream means, but I’m not going to say.  Again, the Boy (whom I actually met here) may read this, but whatever.  I’m sure nothing will happen.


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