Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/30/2018
By Yurilolita
I had a dream I was at an environmental student conference held at a library. It was mediocre until I ran into my ex-best friend. It had been years since we connected, and last we spoke, we said horrible things to each other. But when we ran into each other that day, we awkwardly stared at each other and laughed. The world is as crazy as it gets, and I could use another friend by my side. We instantly let bygones be bygones and hugged. I listened intensely as he updated me on his journeys and I could see the glimpses of my old friend under the fresh paint and age. He was more organized than I last left him, with tailored clothes to match his physique, and wavy combed hair where an ungroomed mop used to be. His face was more angled and thinner from age with darker bags under his eyes. But this was still recognizably my friend. He still laughed and spoke with a hitch in his voice, and fumbled over words when excitedly replying. He told me he studied for two years on an online community college, and got a job as a clerk- which he hated. We chatted on ongoing projects, dabblings, and latest shows we were hooked on. We played pranks how we used to, and unblocked each other from our phones. And just for a moment, it had felt as if time stood still. When we said good bye, he pointed to his phone. "Text you?" I stared back up, pained. "Y..yeah.. Let's keep in touch." And for a moment, I thought back to all the friends I had lost along the way. What I could've done to get them back, to keep in touch, to reach out in my busy adult life. All the fights, the deaths, the life that had separated us apart. Maybe they would understand, and reach out as well. When I woke up, I tried desperately to stay asleep, even forcing myself to, try to get back to that dream. But I only was met with darkness and void. I woke up with tear marks down my face. Sometimes dreams are just dreams, and could never match to be reality. And those can be the most painful of all.