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Wow... those were some really weird dreams.
Talking to my mother while sitting on my bed in my room in El Paso, and looking outside to see what looked like a tornado about to slam into the roof.
Some massive gym, which I wandered somehow. The image is all that remains of that one.
The most... vivid, I guess, however, involved Jack. Oh god, was it strange. Stephanie, some other girl, Stephen (I think he was there) and myself were going to a pool. We see Jack there. This was, oddly, in no way a shock. I say oddly, because he's currently in Maryland, working. Anyway... Stephanie goes swimming, I end up lying on a chair, and I just kind of hang out. Then it gets odd. Jack starts pretty much throwing himself at some guy by the pool. He starts out by just lying on top of him, then things just got... intense. The two of them move to the water, and apparently (due to the random time jumps so common in dreams, or shifts in location) I'm suddenly in the pool, watching the two of them (Jack and random guy), and when they get out of the pool I call out to Jack.
"Jack!" I get his attention. He looks at me, waiting. "The fuck?" I call out.
He looks confused. I try again. "Jack! Two words: The fuck?!" Another confused look. "Fine," I say, "Put the word 'what' in the front'." I'm looking him in the face, and he looks kind of ashamed. I try to hug him, try to calm him down. "Talk to me," I say. He looks away, and I finally pull him into a hug and ask him to talk to me again. I pull him off to one side of the pool area and sit him down, though he seems to be staggering. Again, I ask him to talk to me, and here the dialog gets garbled. I say that I want to know what's going on, there's some kissing, all of it rather chaste, just kind of 'I'm your friend, you moron' kissing (which, prior to this, I did not think/know was a category) and I tell him that if he ever needs anyone, he knows where I am. I ask him if he actually does know where I am, and he shakes his head. I tell him (the name of my current dorm, no less) and he says he loves me. He sounds kind of strange, and I guess that was what made it hurt more. I kiss him again, smile down at him and tell him to go have fun, and if he ever needs me, I'll be there for him. The dream ends.
If I felt like attaching meaning to each of these, I'd say I'm worried about telling my parents, though I want to, and need to. I have no idea what the gym was about. But... Jack. Either it means that because of other recent boy-related issues I'm thinking back on something, or I'm finally over him. Yes, I guess if he ever walked back into my life I'd be interested, but right now, at this very moment, I'm perfectly okay with him being with someone who isn't me. Which, you know, I thought I already was, what with him being far away. At the same time, I think I'd only be okay with that so long as I'd explained that I still want to be his friend, and I'd be there for him if he needed me.
*sigh* I think I just need some breakfast. That'll clear my mind. And fill my stomach. I'd like very much not to get sick. After all, the boy-problem that likely made this come about still needs to be dealt with.
Talking to my mother while sitting on my bed in my room in El Paso, and looking outside to see what looked like a tornado about to slam into the roof.
Some massive gym, which I wandered somehow. The image is all that remains of that one.
The most... vivid, I guess, however, involved Jack. Oh god, was it strange. Stephanie, some other girl, Stephen (I think he was there) and myself were going to a pool. We see Jack there. This was, oddly, in no way a shock. I say oddly, because he's currently in Maryland, working. Anyway... Stephanie goes swimming, I end up lying on a chair, and I just kind of hang out. Then it gets odd. Jack starts pretty much throwing himself at some guy by the pool. He starts out by just lying on top of him, then things just got... intense. The two of them move to the water, and apparently (due to the random time jumps so common in dreams, or shifts in location) I'm suddenly in the pool, watching the two of them (Jack and random guy), and when they get out of the pool I call out to Jack.
"Jack!" I get his attention. He looks at me, waiting. "The fuck?" I call out.
He looks confused. I try again. "Jack! Two words: The fuck?!" Another confused look. "Fine," I say, "Put the word 'what' in the front'." I'm looking him in the face, and he looks kind of ashamed. I try to hug him, try to calm him down. "Talk to me," I say. He looks away, and I finally pull him into a hug and ask him to talk to me again. I pull him off to one side of the pool area and sit him down, though he seems to be staggering. Again, I ask him to talk to me, and here the dialog gets garbled. I say that I want to know what's going on, there's some kissing, all of it rather chaste, just kind of 'I'm your friend, you moron' kissing (which, prior to this, I did not think/know was a category) and I tell him that if he ever needs anyone, he knows where I am. I ask him if he actually does know where I am, and he shakes his head. I tell him (the name of my current dorm, no less) and he says he loves me. He sounds kind of strange, and I guess that was what made it hurt more. I kiss him again, smile down at him and tell him to go have fun, and if he ever needs me, I'll be there for him. The dream ends.
If I felt like attaching meaning to each of these, I'd say I'm worried about telling my parents, though I want to, and need to. I have no idea what the gym was about. But... Jack. Either it means that because of other recent boy-related issues I'm thinking back on something, or I'm finally over him. Yes, I guess if he ever walked back into my life I'd be interested, but right now, at this very moment, I'm perfectly okay with him being with someone who isn't me. Which, you know, I thought I already was, what with him being far away. At the same time, I think I'd only be okay with that so long as I'd explained that I still want to be his friend, and I'd be there for him if he needed me.
*sigh* I think I just need some breakfast. That'll clear my mind. And fill my stomach. I'd like very much not to get sick. After all, the boy-problem that likely made this come about still needs to be dealt with.