It wasn’t a good one, but it was definitely eye-opening. So this dream didn’t have one theme but rather it was a mixture of two dominant themes that focused on my friends and me trying to escape Darth Vader (I think) or some villain who is trying to their level best to kick us out of a home or perhaps making sure that we don’t get a good house. What I remember is we were trying to make our escape with our belongings without being caught by someone. We were also going in and out of different houses hiding our stuff or trying to sneak them out. I’m not certain why we were doing this but we had to maintain a deathly discreetness in case we were found out.
Simultaneously in the other part of the dream, I was trying to learn something on the computer with the help of someone. He works in a big-shot company, he is smart, and talented, plays guitar and keyboard, leader of the church and I can claim daringly that maybe, perhaps he is a bit cute. But he is extremely selectively social and opens up only to people he is close to. Though you wouldn’t feel as if he is being impolite but he has the tendency to ignore only because he has heaps of church responsibilities on his shoulder which keeps his mind occupied. Also, he is an unassuming person and doesn’t show off how good he is at doing things. It is this guy I saw in my dream who was surprisingly showing interest in talking to me for the first time ever since we met. I was amazed and completely taken aback by his interests in me. He was talking about himself which he never did and was trying to make me understand something by giving me different types of keyboards to work on. If I am not wrong we were working on his system so I had the chance to see his chats. Apparantly he had saved a girl’s number not by her name but some sort of very long description of what he feels about her. Out of politeness I didn’t venture to read the entire thing because it felt encroaching in his personal space but oh my, how curious i was since he had saved my number only by my first name. Which meant I didn’t hold much importance in his life and that he already has someone else.
This brings me to the conclusion that I don’t matter to him much and maybe never have and never will. A part of me desparately wants to talk to him because he is the one that makes sure I understand what the conversation is about since the entire group speaks another language. But there is always a wall, a thin line of ice, some kind of barrier that separates us from having normal conversations or rather any conversations at all. Even in my dream I knew that talking to him or becoming his good friend is a next to impossbile kind of thing. We both are very different people and would never find a common ground for us to talk on. My heart knows that its a losing battle and that I should simply give up on you. But I can’t seem to stop hoping for that. I need to give up and stop expecting somehing so atypical to happen. I need to call it a day on our friendship which I shall endeavour to do.
So long, friend!
Rea1405 