shiver

i dreamt of *him* last night.

we kissed under the moonlight, which to me is something that's very significant. initially, i felt good in the dream, no traces of guilt whatsoever. but a few seconds after i woke up, i felt the opposite. first of all, chances of that dream happening in real life are like, nil. as in sobra. right now, the awkwardness is back and he's just so...distant. second, i know dreams are brought about by certain secret longings, so me longing for him despite our seemingly permanent distance..its just so unlikely. diba?

i pay close attention to my dreams. they affect my life one way or another, and vice versa. and wala lang, i just find it really strange that i dreamt of him at this point in time, when it seems that we couldnt be farther apart. it's like he morphed into a different person, someone i never knew, or could never know. so there.

hay naku. i dont want carry on with this subject. it's an endless one, with so many versions, yet an uncertain beginning. i hope to never have those kinds of dreams again.

wait. dinnertime. >_<