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Dream 4: Concern I haven't thought about her in a long time...suppose that I'm trying to push her out of my mind once and for all. Dreaming this...I'm not too sure that it's working out too well. You people of faith that continually go on and on about signs that are present in our daily lives, talk to me. Tell me what this means. I find it coincidental that this occurs now, leading me to thoughts of the actions of another. A warning? A warnng perhaps to ward my heart, to not let the past repeat itself... The first thing I remember is that there was someone I knew that got some sort of important hint. I don't know now what it lead to or what it was for but I remember that it was important and that we had to follow it and go where it told us to go. The kid that I knew that got the hint wrote it down on paper and kept it tucked behind his right ear. Not even on his ear but like, behind it, inside his skull. To get there, someone acquired a motorcycle and we arranged to go on that but sirt, I borrowed a random kid's bike so that I could put my stuff away somewhere and rode to a Coffee Time down the street to meet up with the people. I remember something else about skateboards? Riding them or being afraid to ride them but not quite sure. I remember next being in some kind of club or bar. I'm leaning towards a bar seeing as how I've never been in a club but dreams can be funny things sometimes. In the club, we called Gloria (my cousin) to pick us up in a couple minutes. While waiting for her, a group of guys start raising a fuss and punch the bouncer (who just happens to be standing around) in the face. While that's going down, some people approach us and start to harass us to hand over the hint that we got and a big fight starts when we refuse to hand it over. They punch the kid that's holding the hint for a while before holding himi up and demanding, "right or left?" The kid raises his arms in a warding position and says, "Christ, it's on the right, just don't hit me anymore." I vividly remember seeing him then reach for the kid's head and pull a small sheet of rolled paper from behind the kid's right ear. One of the people with us is Carol. During the fight, I remember seeing her getting punched once in the face, the blow glancing off her cheekbone. We're outside then, waiting for Gloria to show up with her car and Carol's lying on the ground behind us in a semi-conscious state. Scene cuts to some kind of...place. [I have it written down on the paper that it was a restaurant waiting room but I can still kind of picture it and it seems more like...the halls of some government building. It has that feel. Soft carpets, floor to ceiling windows along one side looking out over a busy street and being sort of high up but anyway...] It seems like some kind of restaurant waiting room? We're following around a guy, he's really tall and I think that he's a basketball player. [Maybe the Skydome?] Also, around this time, I stop speaking. Carol is walking with me, talking to me. I respond to the things that she says with gestures and head movements instead of words. While she's talking, I gently brush aside her hair from her face and look at the light bruise that's appeared on her cheek from the fight at the club. I glance at her with concern and she then responds by pulling away from my hand, letting her hair cover her cheek again and telling me that she's fine. Scene cuts, we're sitting at some table in a fairly posh restaurant with soft music, snooty waiters and all. As she begins talking, I'm forced to put my head down on the table. I don't want her to see me cry... She begins speaking in korean, telling me that she knows that we don't talk at all anymore but that it doesn't mean that she doesn't care. She tells me that she still thinks of me often and that she misses me a lot. I feel like crying. I can feel a deep, aching pain in my chest and there's a lump in my throat that won't go away. [Even writing and remembering it now, I can still feel a shadow of the pain I felt in my dream...] She leans across the table and looking straight into my face, she asks me, "����?" Which means, "hurts?" When I nod without looking up, she continues in korean, telling me that she finds it wondrous that she can make me feel this way so easily when before, when we were closer, she could never really get me to feel things, get under my skin... Scene cuts for the last time, we're both standing at another table where we meet up again with the kid who was holding our hint. Thats about all that I have written down. Make of it what you will... |