The Dream

No, for all you adolescents out there, I am not talking about the pop (or rap or hip-hop or R n B) sensation...

I'm talking about this crazy dream that I had the other night. I'm going to tell you about it, but for the sake of, well, a lot of things, I am going to keep the people in it anonymous as well as leave out a few parts... hehe

SO basically you are getting the edited version.

The dream:

I came home to Santa Cruz for one week, but once that week was up, I would return to Australia. I was lying in bed with a boy. We stayed in bed all day just talking and laughing and enjoying each others' company.

I teleported (you know how dreams work, you can't really explain how you got there, but you just did) to an indoor arena in which a woman in a pants suit was giving the exchange students a lecture about life and how we should all be living it. I began to feel very stressed out and pressured.

The same boy came and picked me up in his arms. I told him that he looked strong and he jokingly told me to shut up. He carried me far far away from that stressful situation to a beautiful amber-colored field. The whole way he carried me, I cried because I knew that I would have to leave soon. As we sat in the field, I told him how upset I was that I was leaving. He told me to live for the moment, appreciating each one for what it is.



Then I woke up...

That's the end. Not sure exactly what it indicates, but I know I can take a lot of meaning from it. It was a powerful one.