Dream

Today after breakfast, I headed back to my dormroom and took a small nap. However, this nap was different, as I actually had a dream. I guess, in a sense, it was a sleep. And it wasn't just any ho-hum dream. This one felt so real that it I wish it was a reality. It took place here in UCI, and I was visited by lovely and familiar woman. It was a beautiful day, one that I have yet to really experience in real life. It felt like the hours were flying by with her company, just chillin', talkin', and embracing. Even my famliy appeared had a cameo, for some reason (my dreams always have a hint of randomness, like my duck dream a few years back) . Unfortunately, I was woken from his 1 1/2 hour fantasy by the sound of my alarm. It was such a bummer, as it was one of the most wonderful dreams I've had in years. But the more I contemplated this dream, the more I realized that it would never be a reality. I've been trying really hard to get over this steep hill, only to find that my subconscious is being fuckin' stubborn. Not much of a surprise though. It's me we're talking about.

This has been a line of a number of realistic dreams, most of them dealing with the loss of hair. Hmmm... I wonder what means? Anyway, this dream was exactly what it was: a dream, a dream that I've had consciously for some time. However, all it's really doing is making things harder for me. Kinda wish I had those damn hairloss dreams. So I guess you can say it's bitter sweet.