it's just a dream

I had the most wonderful dream, and Slate was in it. I abandoned the idea of liking him because I didn't think he liked me at all, so, I really don't know what this means. It's just a dream, I mean, just because he played a role in it doesn't mean I like him still. Well...

I was home in so cal, and I was sitting in this loveseat with him in my front yard. You know, like a couch that only sits two people. It was really cramped, but somehow comfortable. My brother was standing beside me. He joked, "So are you boyfriend and girlfriend?" I laughed and said no. Kuya then went inside the house. Then Slate put his arm around me, and then I moved closer to him and put my head on his shoulder. It was very nice, and it felt right.

He then had to leave. He got in this RV. I was waving bye to him from the front yard, then he told me to come over, he had something for me. I went into the RV and he scrunched up this piece of cloth in my hand and then said bye. He drove away. I looked in my hand. There was a message written in the cloth. And it wasn't just one cloth, it was actually several pieces of cloth sewn into a large piece of cloth. I couldn't make out the message. He drove down the street. And I woke up.

I think my subconscious wants me to believe that I want a boyfriend, when I really don't. I really don't want a boyfriend. I am content with the friendships that I am making right now, especially with the people in the Collective who are, incidentally, mostly boys.

Oh, one more thing, the reason Slate was in my dream was because he was in cinema class yesterday. I got to show my film for extra credit, and a lot of people in the class watching it laughed. That was the best. Slate wanted to show his film, but he didn't volunteer beforehand, and there wasn't enough time. I said hi to him, that was it. I always get this feeling like he doesn't want to converse with me.