Dreams

I dreamt of all sorts of nonsense last night. There was a scene where we were driving through singapore with the car top down, except that it was an illuminated flyover that stretched on for miles but doubled as a waterfall. Then I was in an apartment, being shown the triple locking mechanism with double-doors, and I was incredibly intrigued because I was hiding from something of course, like my own personal ghostface. There was another scene where I was looking at my patio and it was summer and I was thinking of cleaning the area up, taking the chairs and tables out of storage, buying a nice table cloth from ikea maybe, so I could have guests over and entertain them. But it was the tropics, so it was summer every day. Why weren't these tables and chairs out sooner?

They were all random scenes at first, short stories with no apparent relation to each other, but my mind eventually weaved around them and brought me to him, the one person that had been occupying my mind these past few weeks.

In the past, I've dreamt of best friends whom I really miss but are not on speaking terms with. I dream that they call, or I call, and we speak, and everything feels right once more. Or we're together in the same room, talking, with laughter, with smiles. And everything feels right once more. Why don't we make the effort to reconnect? Because it takes two to do so. And sometimes no one makes the effort. Now, it is his turn to guest starr in my dreams.

The air was warm, and we were in what felt like his house. There were people there, walking about, extras on the set, setting the environment for the main actors. Then, we were in embrace, we were kissing, and I felt his brown hair in between my fingers, his beard grazing my face, his nose touching my cheek, his warmth on my skin. There was no exploring of the hands, no leading to the next step; we were simply in each other's arms, enjoying the moment we had, what we've always had. As we held each other, he rested his head on my collarbone, and everything felt right once more.