A dream is a wish your heart makes... what about nightmares?
I just woke up... even though I'm having better days I still sleep like I'm depressed, and only a person that's been depressed will really understand that.
Anyway... I had the most vivid dream about Mr. Cali. You know how they say dreams are like fireworks and they only last like ten seconds? I swear this dream was an hour; I woke up at 11:30 decided I wasn't ready to be up and woke up at 12:30 crying because the dream was so intense and ridiculous.
We were at a party and both our groups of friends were there, one of the girls in his group kept sneering at me every time we got close. Mr. Cali and I weren't avoiding each other, we were just there with different people. All of a sudden this old professor looking guy corners Mr. Cali and I together and says "It's time." I'm completely confused. So the older man drags the two of us away and proceeds to explain what the answers to some questionnaire Mr. Cali filled out meant. Turns out he was really confused and broken up by our break up and needed therapy (if you could even call it that), so the older man went through a bunch of the questions (to which many of the answers were shocking and very upsetting, but I didn't say anything because I was in complete shock), Mr. Cali sits there taking it all in, nodding and what not while I (cause it's a dream) am watching both him and myself. I'm completely shell shocked to be sitting here next to him, finding out HE went to therapy because of US, and furthermore hearing some of these answers.
Finally the older guy hands Mr. Cali this magazine looking thing and walks away, I stare at him, flabbergasted. We're kinda just sitting there, him flipping through this paper work and me still shell shocked when the girl that was giving me dirty looks earlier comes up to our bench and says "What are you doing to our Carlos?" (His name is NOT Carlos, so that was weird). I get defensive because I am in fact not doing ANYTHING to "Carlos" and he tells her to go away. He hands me the papers and starts staring into space while I go through it... I don't remember any of the questions except one (What was your main reason for ending it?) and his answer was "Because she is too dependent." I looked at him incredulously and got up to storm away with the papers, still reading his answers. He followed me... we were walking down a dark path surrounded by trees and the further I read the more upset I got. Eventually his friends came and snatched him away and I continued the journey alone, still reading. I finally reached the building where it started, realized it was almost 3am and my friends were gone. He came outside and I thrust the papers at him, visibly shaking and trying not to cry. I grabbed up my things and started walking away so he wouldn't see me cry and then woke up in tears.
Fucking weird. I want to call him but I know better.
Anyway... I had the most vivid dream about Mr. Cali. You know how they say dreams are like fireworks and they only last like ten seconds? I swear this dream was an hour; I woke up at 11:30 decided I wasn't ready to be up and woke up at 12:30 crying because the dream was so intense and ridiculous.
We were at a party and both our groups of friends were there, one of the girls in his group kept sneering at me every time we got close. Mr. Cali and I weren't avoiding each other, we were just there with different people. All of a sudden this old professor looking guy corners Mr. Cali and I together and says "It's time." I'm completely confused. So the older man drags the two of us away and proceeds to explain what the answers to some questionnaire Mr. Cali filled out meant. Turns out he was really confused and broken up by our break up and needed therapy (if you could even call it that), so the older man went through a bunch of the questions (to which many of the answers were shocking and very upsetting, but I didn't say anything because I was in complete shock), Mr. Cali sits there taking it all in, nodding and what not while I (cause it's a dream) am watching both him and myself. I'm completely shell shocked to be sitting here next to him, finding out HE went to therapy because of US, and furthermore hearing some of these answers.
Finally the older guy hands Mr. Cali this magazine looking thing and walks away, I stare at him, flabbergasted. We're kinda just sitting there, him flipping through this paper work and me still shell shocked when the girl that was giving me dirty looks earlier comes up to our bench and says "What are you doing to our Carlos?" (His name is NOT Carlos, so that was weird). I get defensive because I am in fact not doing ANYTHING to "Carlos" and he tells her to go away. He hands me the papers and starts staring into space while I go through it... I don't remember any of the questions except one (What was your main reason for ending it?) and his answer was "Because she is too dependent." I looked at him incredulously and got up to storm away with the papers, still reading his answers. He followed me... we were walking down a dark path surrounded by trees and the further I read the more upset I got. Eventually his friends came and snatched him away and I continued the journey alone, still reading. I finally reached the building where it started, realized it was almost 3am and my friends were gone. He came outside and I thrust the papers at him, visibly shaking and trying not to cry. I grabbed up my things and started walking away so he wouldn't see me cry and then woke up in tears.
Fucking weird. I want to call him but I know better.