Hi guys! I had this one dream like... last month, and I don't really know what it means. I wrote it all up like a story, so I hope it's easy to understand! c:
For some reason, I didn't feel as happy as I thought I would. The words tumbled passed his lips like it was no big deal for him, so I let my face sit straight as if it were no big deal to me. I shrugged and responded with a dead-toned 'sure' and from that emotionless agreement, we were a couple. I'll say it again, I thought I'd be happier, the boy I've secretly been admiring suddenly coming up to me and asking me out should have made me feel extremely excited and special. But, no, it was like we were both already done with each other before it began, right?
We walked past gaga and into the tennis court where he began to start a conversation with me. What he'd said, I don't recall, but I was surprised. It was much less intelligent and fulfilling than I imagined, it was very dull and small of him to say. I don't think that makes much sense, so let me say bluntly that he was just plain dumber than I thought he'd be. I felt a bit disappointed. When it was time to get on the buses and leave camp for the day, I waved to him and he waved to me.
After stepping onto the bus and walking down the aisle whilst ignoring the blunt-faced and quiet children, I sat with my friend who shouldn't have been there and yet he was.
"How was your day?"
"Jeremy asked me out,"
"…you said yes, didn't you?"
I responded with a simple nod as I pulled out my ipod from the bag I carry. My friend glared at me with a strong intensity as if I'd just killed a man. He started to yell 'how could you do this? He'll never treat you right' and while he was having his tantrum, I knew it all stemmed from jealousy. So I ignored him as my gray ipod played static into my ears.
When the bus dropped me off at my stop, I dreaded the idea of even returning home. I started to walk in the opposite direction when I found myself in a pink resteraunt. I seated myself and read through the bright red menu when a homeless man came in and announced that he absolutely had a right to eat there for free. While the staff were fretting to feed the man as if he were some idol, I just simply got up and left. A short event, yes, but I still find it signifigant.
I don't even remember going home let alone falling asleep, but I woke up on the couch next to my hungover mother who quite possibly could have been dead. She wasn't moving and I never bothered to check to see if she was even asleep. A man with a thick face in an army uniform burst through the door and announced he was a friend of my father's. When I checked the time after letting him in, it read 11:30 AM. I was late for camp. I grabbed my CIT nametag and raced out the door and managed to catch my camp bus which was somehow three hours late.
The bus was empty.
When I arrived at camp, I was thankful to see Jordan standing in front of the playground wearing a thick grey coat and dark black jeans. She looked as though she'd been crying. As I walked over to my friend, I noticed the ground was caked in snow and the sky was painted a misty grey.
"They're sending us home because of the snow," she began softly. "And our bus broke down, so they've sent a replacement," the tone of her voice sent shivers down my spine. She sounded like a machine who had just stopped crying. I walked with her over to the bus yard once again. Even though there was snow, I wasn't cold with the absence of a coat.
Bus Ai5i rolled into the packed bus yard and squeezed into its spot while Jordan and I waited for the doors to swing open. We boarded the bus and I walked down the aisle whilst ignoring the blunt-faced and quiet children. I sat in my usual seat, one from the back and pulled out my ipod.
Static played.
The bus was empty.