So they remember
A message I got a while back on Facebook, from a girl who went to the same school as I did back in Japan. I actually don't remember that incident, but it sounds like something I'd do, haha. I'm always standing up for other people, always protecting others if not comforting them somehow. Since then, even until now. It feels bittersweet.
I had a dream last night. I dreamed of a post apocalyptic place. I was walking with people I didn't know. We weren't in a city, it was more like suburbs, or a slum-ish area. There were rusty, charred cars around, but they weren't on fire anymore so it wasn't as if whatever had happened had just happened. We were all dirty-ish, smudged with dust. We passed what was a family, and the father was crying. He wailed that his daughter was stuck in a hole none of them could fit into, and that she was sleeping. They left. We found the hole, and I could fit inside, so I went in. It was like a dug out tunnel house of some sort, with ladders and little cubbyholes for beds. A young boy followed me into the hole because he could fit in, and we found the young girl and tried to climb out. We had a difficult time; the hole was much smaller, and I couldn't fit through it. Eventually we got out, after a bit of struggling.
The dream cuts and I'm in a sort of cafeteria setting. Again, I'm with a bunch of other different people, and we're sitting around a table. I have a small orange Catleya filler of a guy, which I am reading (it's got random notes and thoughts and doodles scribbled by the guy), and a girl comes up to me and starts a fight with me over the filler. She starts saying I shouldn't have it if I don't have any interest in the guy, and that I should just give it to her instead. I gave her this "Oh please." look. I don't remember if I actually give her the filler or just ignore her.
The last part of the dream, I was in a very large white train. I'm alone. It looks a bit futuristic in terms of design, but the stuff around is from the 90's. Like old TV sets and Nintendos and that kind of thing. There were individual rooms, like the ones they have in real trains that go cross country, except they were shaped like pods. I went into one, and sat inside. I don't remember anything past that.
Despite being fairly productive today (I cooked breakfast, washed some clothes, washed some of my very dirty stuffed toys, cleaned my room, mailed some important documents, put up new curtains in my room, changed the bedsheets etc etc etc) I couldn't help but feel a bit sad? I think it's connected to something entirely different though, and I don't want to get started on it now.
In other news, my OJT starts... later. I wonder how it'll go?