One Rainy Day

So I’m stuck.

School’s out. Well, not really…

The sounds of the thunder reverberated from outside to our room, which is so small, it felt like I am the one being hit. Today, I might say, I have been very idle. For hours now, I just sat in front of the computer chatting to my friends at YM.

However, there is this thing I am working on with two of my friends, namely, Ringo and Kix. You will find out soon what it is about after everything has been finalized.

WHEN DREAMS ARE NIGHTMARES.

I had the weirdest dreams, I swear! This morning, I woke up for about 5 minutes and then went back to sleep. In a split second, I am already in dreamland. Or should I say, nightmare-land?

My dream was about myself, endlessly walking, until I came across my old high school. I saw my old classmates, my first boyfriend and my ex-bestfriend. We all had to attend the same class, and my first boyfriend sat beside me. It was so weird because he looked the same as when we were together, younger, but still as handsome. After class, he held my hand and forced me to come with him. But when we arrived at this place, he let go and then he hurriedly took off.

I felt alone and in despair. I can feel the tears ready to pour, but for some reason, it didn’t. Change setting. I am now in a big house, a mansion with so many rooms. I knew, I had to find the bathroom to bathe, but I was on a loop, I was in circles. I saw a familiar face, my old batchmate. He then told me where the bathroom was.

For some reason, I was just wearing a tee. Oh yes, no underwear. Waaah! I got inside the bathroom and my batchmate followed. He didn’t want to leave, but in my head, I had to bathe. (Maybe I smelled bad? Hahaha!) I told him to leave, but he insisted that he wanted to see me bathe. I was getting so frustrated that I stood up, removed my shirt and told him, “There! Happy now?”

Then he went *poof!*

It was like, he just wanted me to show him the real me. Weird. I guess, that is my greatest fear. Fear that I am naked, and yes, fear that I am so transparent you won’t have to ask questions to get to know me.

But then, it’s just a dream, nightmare. I’ll live.

PS. I found this.

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