I had a dream about the three of you a while ago.
They were all painful to recollect.

To May

I was walking in some weird place that looked like a rice field and I saw you over at some hut alone.
I went over to you and said Hi in the awkward way I would usually do it. 
And you said Hi back in that incredibly comforting way that you do that unlike most of our English blockmates that felt sincere.
I love that electric smile of yours. 
And then I walked along like I would usually do and look back at you.
You were alone and I was damn well sure of that I had to talk to you.
Maybe I kinda knew that this was a dream or maybe I just grew a pair of balls for once.
So I went back to you and we talked like regular folks would do.
We conversed about school, poetry, memory and apparently lomo photography.
It was short and wonderful.
And it was jsut the beginning of the dream.


To Dawn

After a while May had to go somewhere that involved her family and she waved goodbye. 
I continued walking on through the fields of green and finally reached some dilapidated village.
And then I saw you standing there next to me. 


I said and you said hi back. It was kinda strange as I had been thinking a lot about you.
And the mess of a situation I had in my mind concerning you.


A lot of things were in the back of my mind.
I had this chant that I would constantly repeat in my head to distract myself from the real issue.



I was thinking about Ina while the silence engulfed the two of us. 
It did help me in a way.
Long story. 

And then out of nowhere she held my hand.
Dawn I mean.
Honestly, I thought that my subconscious was fucking with me.
But there it was. Our hands clasped together.
With that little tickle that you feel when a finger slightly grazes itself with hers.
And the painful thing here was that we held hands for an extended time.
We had gone past the entire village and still locked together.
We reached some staircase and as we went up the stairs.
She was gone.

For Misty

I had gone up the staircase and then there was some girl that looked eerily like Misty.
She went up to me and kissed me on the cheeks.
Then she held my hand and we walked around the room.
The room was this dressing room. 
We were backstage at some fashion and apparently I was the boyfriend of some celebrity.
Misty it said on her chair.
I couldn't remember our conversation exactly but I do recall having some short exchange about my obsession with girls that are unattainable.

And then she got angry at me.
Well not because of the conversation.
But fuck it. I really don't remember that whole portion that much.

The fashion show starts and she flips me the bird.
An epic one might I add.

Blur. Blur. Blur.

Post show. Backstage. 
I find her flirting with some guy that looks like Victor Basa.
A cold and painful wave of depression goes over me.
And I punch that some of a bitch out. 
The security comes in and I'm in sea of people keeping from stabbing someone.

All I see are black shirts with SECURITY in yellow.

I see May, Dawn and Misty looking at me.

Then black.

I wake up.

I woke up.

I will wake up.

I will let a tear slip out.

It's only 9 AM.