February202013
February 20th, 2013
I had a dream that I was at a Lady Gaga concert. Lady Gaga was on stage, singing, she had her hair up in a square bun with her lime green hair. She was wearing her Edge of Glory outfit. She was smiling. There was absolutely nothing on stage save her. I was close to the edge of the stage. It was her last show, and she was waving goodbye, and that she will see us all next time. I remember feeling like I desperately wanted to meet her, so I wanted to try and try and try to do so. However, I was unable to, and left the concert feeling sad.
February102013
This was actually two dreams in one go, about a week ago.
Dream #1 I was at work with one of my co-workers. He was being rowdy, and won’t listen to a thing I would say. I got angry, and would walk off.
The more interesting dream would be Dream #2. I was with my boyfriend. We were sitting in a grey room. We were colour. He looked at me and told me he had to confess something. He started out by telling me that the reason why he hated French so much was because - he was mixed race, as I already knew - but the white part of him was part French. At this, he burst into tears, and I comforted him.
Not going to lie, but dream #2 was pretty darned funny after the fact.
January142013
Night of January 13th, 2013:
I was outside on campus, at the university. I had on a long, billowing skirt. Much like a peasant skirt. I think it was green. It felt like springtime, and a rather warm rain had started. The campus was grey, but felt warm at the same time.
I looked up, and I saw him. Only his back though. He was wearing a jean vest with the “Born This Way” Unicorn on it in pink glitter along with the expression “Born This Way” - exactly like Gaga’s jacket. He was running. Running away. I followed. I knew who he was. I knew I didn’t like him. Although I knew I disliked him, I continued to run after him, following him, knowing I still had feelings for him. I hoped he would see me. I hoped he wouldn’t. I got a glimpse of his face.
I reached a point near some large, wooden doors. Some friends from high school were there. He didn’t see me. And I was content with this.
The dream ended.
