I’m more happy today than I was yesterday. Yeah, that was messy.
Casually playing the London Underground song at full volume (yes, plus the swearing) because I can’t go to work experience today. WHY? BECAUSE THE TUBE IS ON STRIKE. WELL DONE, GUYS! Really outdid yourself this time!
I woke up late today. By that, I mean at about 9. Yah, I know – rebel, right?!
But I had a dream last night.
Get your mind out of the gutter! There was some romantic shit involved, but NOT LIKE THAT!
I don’t remember much about it, honestly.
Birch and I were on a school trip. Before you ask – no, I don’t know where it was. It was very strange, because I remember being with my friend Willow and laughing, but nothing of what happened and where we went or what we did. I DID, but I’ve forgotten.
What I remember was two Birch’s. I THINK. Maybe it was the same person, but I sat in between the both of them.
So, the two Birch’s. The real one, and someone… Pretending to be him?
But it was still him.
And the ‘real’ Birch SEEMED like the fake one, dulled down in comparison. It’s weird because I knew the fake Birch wasn’t Birch, but he acted so like the Birch outside my dream that… I’m so confused, what?!
Let’s call the real one Birch A, and the ‘fake’ one Birch B.
So I fell in love with Birch B, apparently. And we ‘went out’. Like I said, I barely remember any of it. I remember being dragged off by Willow whilst trying to hold Birch B’s hand, shrieking like a madwoman. I also remember us discussing changing our relationship status on Facebook.
At some points, I knew it was a dream. I didn’t want to wake up because the dream was so, so amazing. I forgot the fake Birch was fake – maybe he WASN’T fake; I don’t know. I do remember thinking, ‘I want to tell my friends about this so much when I wake up.’
It’s weird now. There are these little snatches of thought I vaguely remember, like thinking ‘Birch B is the kind of person I would like to fall in love with’.
The thing I remember the most clearly was when the dream fast-forwarded to a school day, when I was talking to Red after the trip.
“Hey, can you check your drama class for Birch?”
“Yeah, he’s here.”
“No, not THAT birch… A different one, but he’s still Birch. Birch B”
Red seemed to know what I was talking about, but I remember feeling really confused.
The dream ended.
I have a horrible feeling this is supposed to be symbolic, but I don’t care. My warped mind comes up with the strangest things sometimes.
Other stuff happened, but I don’t remember it. You know when something’s just out of your reach?
Damnit, that was a screwed up dream.
Hope you enjoyed!