I had a conversation with a girl I really like last night. She means the world to me, consistently caring, and loving, she is always cheering me up. She brought up the idea of starting to journal, to possibly help overcome my recent depression.
I do not enjoy writing journals, and upon many attempts to do so over the years, I never follow through.
After conversing with the woman whom I adore, I fell asleep. With my eyed repeatedly moving (REM) whilst I was sleeping, I began to dream.
In this dream I arrived at a fancy bistro restaurant and immediately recognized my old best friend, who is currently dating my ex-fiance. He flagged me down and I hid my head, but did not succeed in escaping. Rushing over with his arm over my shoulder, he offered me a beer and I explained to him how I’ve been sober for quite some time and thanked him for the offer. I quickly stood up and headed out the door and ran into my other group of friends in high school. Everyone called us the besties.
Next thing you know, i’m at my Tia’s house and my mother is hassling me on how pathetic my life is and how I need to spend more time with her and live with her forever. I spoke up and the conversation got heated, she kicked me out and I found my way to Southern California.
I arrived at my ex co-worker’s apartment. The buildings looked as if the same building had been copy and pasted into Photoshop millions of times like a typical south boulevard in Malibu circa 1979 or something. Anyways, I started moving my stuff into his living room, when I got the urge to ride my bike downtown.
Cruising down the cracked streets alongside the beach, my cell phone rang in my pocket. I answered and it was Shannon, the girl who I previously had a conversation with about journals. She tolled me she wanted to see me and was heading down to California, mind you she lives in Washington. I instantly got really giddy and excited and sat down on the grass next to me, I think I was at Venice Beach or something. And there she was, gliding down a small hill on a vintage pair of roller skates, wearing a short red dress, soaking wet from head to toe. Smelling of salt water and human breathe, she rolled up and with a smile gave me a hug.
I woke up.
This, no, she inspired me to actually put effort into doing this. And I plan continuing to do so.