me too...

“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream”

—	Vincent Van Gogh

WTF moment: Dreams feel real when we're in them

I just had the strangest feeling that my friend may have told me something life-changing about her but I didn't listen. We were talking  about everything and she may or may not have told me she was going to break up with her boyfriend...or I have just dreamt about it. Waahh!! This is so frustrating! It could have been true, I mean, our conversation did come to that boyfriend part but I'm not so sure about the breaking up thing and I don't want to ask again because she might get hurt that I didn't listen (If it's true) or think I'm confusing dreams with reality again (if untrue). Darn. So I may have learned too much during that day, not only about her but also of my other friends, that's why I must have gotten it confused or something. Too much personal information in just a few hours with different people can leave me feeling woozy.

I'm having my fingers crossed, I hope its untrue. I don't want them to break up. I don't know the guy but they've been together since high school and the apparent reason they'll be breaking up is because of another guy (?!?!). Oh crap, there's that feeling that it could have been true again. Darrrrnnnn...!

What if it was true?! But I really don't remember how I reacted at that time.
I'm crossing my fingers, hoping it's just a dream.
Why can't I remember that part of the conversation?!
It's untrue!
(I hope)

this is so frustrating!

He Thinks.

“I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.”

 — Bill Watterson

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe