5/4/09

Last night my dream started in an apartment that was apparently my home. I was living with Karen and Kristin (good friends of mine) and everyone was laughing and happy. Unfortunately, they told me they were moving out and two boys were moving in instead. The boys were nice, but not the same; I was sad. It felt like something was missing again.
Then my dream transformed into a glorious party with flying air parades and rows and rows of chairs filled with smiling faces in costumes. There was performance art in motion, songs, screaming, glitter and joy. For a brief moment I was a child; and I ran to the front row where the air balloons of fruit and candy were in my view, sat myself in the front row waiting for the next phase of the spectacle to begin, but when I got there, there was nothing there. Eventually the void transformed into a table and the same costumed people that guided the air balloons now were placing dishes and dishes of succulent berries in front myself and few others. An awkward and shy boy with long blond hair sat across from me and we shared the same plate of berries. I remember telling him that I didn’t feel comfortable sharing the same food with our bare hands. There was something about him that was slightly disturbing.