Just when I thought I had my brain cleaned of all heartbreak residue…
I get my favorite dream quote ever.
I had a dream about my Former Platonic Man-Crush.
I have to say it’s kind of painful to wake up from one.
Although today is my first day of filmmaking workshop, so I have something to keep my mind off him.
I can’t remember much except that there was a lot of white/gray.
We were at an office—although I thought it looked like a sweat shop.
But it was structured like the long desks at my grad school library without the separators.
The desks were gray.
I don’t understand why all my former coworkers from my internship at the main office.
Were placed in the same room instead of cubicles and corner offices.
FPMC was sitting in a front row but he kept peaking back at me just to check on me.
And then: LMAO! He played ’70s disco music from “Saturday Night Fever” to impress me. 555!
I love that film.
He was wearing that same shirt he was wearing at that first meeting minus the suit.
And thick-rimmed glasses like the one I had in undergrad but more square.
But I kept asking my lunch buddies for a proper pen (they’re admin staff).
I don’t know why but in that dream, admin staff had the best pens in the world! :D
I was really picky about the pen.
So anyway, I’m trying draw a straight line using a pencil and a ruler.
To later layer with black pen ink (just to be sure).
I was really careful about the line because I was making it for writing my screenplay.
Then next thing you know, he’s sitting on my desk (not ‘at’, but on).
As in butt next to my notebook.
And I look up to him and say, “oh you’re SO politically-incorrect.”
And he smiled.
I love that because you know how I hate PC lesbians.
And in my dream I still loved him.
Then people in the back were talking about how vampires never die.
And they keep on coming back to life after short lives.
And I remember commenting on the conversation like “damn.”
That sucks. And how the endless vampire lives made me tired.
♥
PS: Is today a national holiday I’m unaware of? Because I was driving over 100 kmph in the INNER-city toll road this morning. 55! And if anyone asks my age: I’m 29. And if anyone asks whether I have a partner I’ll tell them “I’m planning on it.”
PPS: I came kind of early and nobody’s here. I best stop writing about him or I’ll start crying. Not cool.
