A Pick Me Up

Date: 12/13/2016

~Over the course of a year I've had a recurring dream. It happened first in the summer, and a few times in the last couple of months. (that I can remember) Its usually the same action from the same person, but in different locations & in separate circumstances. They hug me, & I wake up... although I wish I could stay in their arms. These dreams are confusing but they make me very happy.~ I was in the court yard of my old high school. No one was there despite it feeling like the middle of the day, and I ran up the stairs into what use to go for geography (at this point I felt like I was trying to hide from someone) I sat at a piano & tried to impress the people who were their (people I'd used to know, who weren't friends but chatted with frequently) then I ran out. down the stairs and down a long hall way filled with people. I was running fast, and I was sure I was getting away. I looked around the courtyards and realized they were different, an that the shrubbery was abnormally over grown and that the white flowers were giving off a sweet smell. I stopped running. I was content with the distance I'd made when I looked into the crowed of people and felt a great disappointment... I began to back track slowly, where I found an old friend. he extended his arms as if to"hug" me but i was the one who wrapped my arms around him first (this was how we greeted each other in high school) it felt empty. I was more concerned about whether or not he was smelly because I recall him always smelling of cigarettes. he wore a navy blue shirt and released me after what seemed like forever, and I was happy, I'm not sure if it was because I was released or happy to see him (it'd been a while since I'd seen him) then he left quickly after looking over my shoulder. I was still looking after him a while after he disappeared into the crowd to wait out as long as I could before what I sensed behind me. Finally I turned around, not to be disappointed, there were no words, I just took the sight of him in. His outfit, (a red shirt i knew he loved) his hair... but most importantly his eyes, sad sad dark blue eyes. he was my best friend. I was excited, and on the verge of tears but before I could scream at the top of my lungs how much I'd missed him it seems he read my mind and practically flew towards me, wrapping his arms tightly around me before I could react. We didn't say anything. We just stood there in the crowded hall holding each other close like we use to. It wasn't awkward, or romantic, his body on mine, my heart didn't race although my arms and legs felt like jelly. I couldn't hold him tight enough, I felt like he felt the same because it was suffocatingly tight. I was about to let go when he first spoke "come back" then I woke up. it was 3a.m.