The dream brought me back to the high school mates, some I know and some not. No, i didnt mean we're still high skool kids, it's us at the moment, yet we had chance to see each other as a gathering.
I met her,Hoa. That might be the second time I talked to her, since the last 2 (or 3?) summer. She was pretty tall, with shoulder length short hair, a big grin and sparkling eyes, all the things exactly alike what I had imagined (well, it should be coz it was a dream T___T). I told her He would come back from Aussi, well, It seemed we'd become friends after a while talking and poking (wondering if it could happen in reality). Everybody laughed at me and thought I'm nuts, okay. Then, at almost midnight, He showed up, dressed up in a knight's outfit. Still don't get it why he must dressed up like that =__+. Then I blurted out to Hoa: "See, I told you, he would" Then she smiled: "Yeah, I see, you're made for each other =))" No nono, I have nothing left for him, our story has long gone to the history. Now we're just friends, my feeling on him is like a handshake, a hug, and that's all. Sorry...
Then the dream continued by a number of new looks I can mixmatch in my wardrobe. Ironic, why must it be during this wee hour that my creativity becomes so active and energetic, took away my dear sleeping time TT___TT. I still think of it, mind you. well, it's like I'm in KK's class, wearing my favourite khaki vest, with my dear black and grey striped skirt, and the grey knit top, cover my neck elegantly by the fray scaft. Looks not bad, huh? Especially with the champagne hue for my eyes. I managed to seduce all the guys in class, including HIm. He comes during break and talks to me, we sit and laugh. well, I was a bit different, I seemed to be more grown up, melancholy and he said I'm so different today. Well I'm glad...
Sh*t, why are my eyes open now? Don't tell me it's wake up time =(( =((, I wanna sleep more, wanna dream abit more, plzzzzzz
bTw, what do those dreams mean? Will figure out afterward, when they actually happen
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