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I dreamt that I fell in love again. I hate when hope sends me something more powerful than the everyday things. I couldn't see his face so I have no clue what he looks like. Hopefully the dream won't take over 20 years to come into flurition. There were some bad parts to the dream. The dream was just craazy as usual. In the dream I was running around riding on the train station (ther isn't one here) riding the train. I did love doing it when I was in NYC. I hated it during heavy traffic time though. That's where I met him. He was tall and had dark hair. That's all I was allowed to see. He carried around what looked like a french horn case, but I never saw him play one. One day we were out on a date and we are on our way home..to my momma's house. As we were walking (from the train station) and in the west I could see all this smoke rising into the air. They, the authorities, wouldn't let us get up the road to the house. Of course I sneak pass and my house (ok my momma's house) was on fire. My mom, sis and puppy wuppy were still in the house and I'm banging on the door yelling at them to get out (I don't know why. I still have the key even alafter moving out all these years). My sister's screaming at me that they are packing. I guy I fell in love with, he come rushing down the street in some tiny car, rushes out and busts down the house doors. My sister and mom didn't know the house wasa on fire. So I get them out, I run into the house and rummage through the dresser grabbing things (I'm not sure what..I saw some clothes and other objects). I run out the house...there he is still and then I wake up.
I dont know if I should be sad or happy.
I dont know if I should be sad or happy.