frighteeeeening
I had a dream last night about John. Very strange. Something about...well I don't know it was as though he and I were talking again but not making a thing of it, and I got on this bus that he was riding and didn't say anything to him but was being really loud on the bus so he'd keep looking over and i'd shoot him a disarming smile and then later on I guess we were like in my house or something it was weird and he was talking to some friends and I walked up to him and was like hey can we talk? and he's like it's 5:00 in the morning. And I'm like YEAH, so? You don't have to fucking talk to me if you don't want, I'll be out in the garage. And so he came outside to talk to me and was like wow it's really messy in here and I was like yeah well since my mom kicked me out of the house I've been living in here and it's hard to keep everything clean. and I told him i got kicked out because of my motorcycle or some shit and so he came over and saw it and was making fun of me for leaving it outside because it currently doesn't run. And I forget what else happened but something about him having feelings for me and then me feeling SO BAD for his wife because i forgot all about her or some shit. I don't remember the rest of it. But it put me in a weird as hell mood cause it felt like it was the first time I'd really talked to him in years.
strange stuff.
strange stuff.