Dream

I had the strangest dream the other night. I'm not even sure where it came from. We were in some sort of cabin, with another friend. Upon entering, there were two small steps that led down into a small sort of living room. It was very open, there was a couch and a chair. Going towards the back was a bedroom, I'm assuming the kitchen as well. It reminded me a lot of my Gramma's house actually, just a lot more open, bright, and only slightly different layout.

We all woke up early, I want to say to go skiing, though why I'm not sure, I've never been skiing in my life. I was leaning against the couch, the other friend in the kitchen, and you came from around back. You were mad about something but wouldn't tell me what. You said something, I can't remember exactly, but I started to cry and sat down on the couch. Our friend looked awkward and eventually went away. You made fun of me then and I became angry, jumping up and about ready to smack you. ( Im slightly violent, what can I say?) We started yelling about who hurt who, who did what, and why we didn't like the other person. And then something unexpected happened, we kissed. It was kind of like the movies where you have the quarrelling lovers and then it's just the rough kiss that says I can't stand you and I love you all at once. That's when I remembered what it was like, before the fighting, before the name calling, before any of that. And of course, being a girl, I started to cry again. lol You simply wiped away a tear, gave me one last look, and then walked out the door. I was left leaning against the wall wondering what the heck had just happened. The friend came back out, took one look at me, glanced out the door where you had gone, then walked out the door after you. I just sat there trying to sort out my own poor little brain and decide what to do next. Then I woke up.

So where did I come up with all of this?? lol So many things come from random parts of my life, my Gramma's house, my friend told me he was going to go skiing and wanted me to come along so theres that aspect, so much of it was familiar and yet I don't know why I had it. Even now as I ponder it, parts of it make sense, but they shouldn't. I shouldn't care about road trips and skiing, fighting and my Gramma's house, I don't know where I get it. Too much stress maybe? Of course while Im averaging 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night, maybe it's taking a toll on my brain. lol