On Tuesday, I fell asleep for an hour and a half on the couch after school, I was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Yet, I had the most interesting dream.
I dreamt that my best friend had given me something and told me to never lose it, yet it was what kept me attached to them. Then they left never to be seen. So I tried to hold on to it for months, but I kept getting more and more reckless and eventually I lost what they gave me.
I was devasted, desperately searched for it. But then I walked out into a misty meadow all by myself, and as I sat there wondering why I was so destitute without this object. Then I smiled, because, even though I lost that which they gave me, they would still be there when I needed them most. And then they appeared, smiling at my notions.
Then my dad woke me up, and I was amazingly refreshed. I don't know what it was, but it was like I had a realization.
Yet, Friday, I totally broke down 4 times. I wish I knew what I was up against because it keeps hiding from me.
Damn, life. Jade
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