Soon, I will write my missadventure, but first I will fill my lovely... internet space... on what exactly was going on in my head. My question... is what does this dream mean...
The night before I fell asleep was spent in a drunken state. I had been drinking with friends, watching as the boy I loved was being hit on by a disgusting girl. I tried to hide my obvious distaste in the situation, knowing perfectly well that he knows of my feelings and DOES NOT return them in any way. We are simply best friends. However, I still felt the sting of loneliness and hated the hurt burn in my heart, so I took a break, leaving for the living room with the sterio system and set myself as best as I could on the couch to listen to some Beetles music from my iPod.
Minutes later, the boy cames after me, sitting with me on the couch and listening to the music against his own dislike in the band. We talked for a while, and as I was getting a bit emotional he gets up from the couch and turns my iPod to 'Hey Jude', to which he starts singing. People start to join in the living room and he tries to shoo them away. Eventually they all join in, singing and dancing, and once they tire from the amount of energy consumed by the music they leave, the two of us alone in the living room once again.
Hey sets the song to 'Hey Jude' once again, singing the words as he grabs my hand. "Hey Jude, don't make it bad..." Slowly the words from his lips become louder as he wraps his arms around my waist,"Take a sad song and make it better," my arms clutching around his neck as my tears slowly soaked into his shirt. "Remember, to let her into your heart..." He kept singing, his lips pressed to my ear as his hot breath slowly heated my face, "Then you can start to make it better..."
He swung our colliding bodies from side to side, "Hey Jude, don't be afraid, You were made to go out and get her..." The slow movement of our bodies clumsy and imperfect from our inhebriated minds, yet we clamped our eyes shut, blocking out what was most probably people gathering in the living room, "The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better..." Our holds became tighter, as our swaying became dangerous, but we continued, my eyes still leaking the formidable silver liquid that betrayed my promise to leave him alone, staining his white shirt a streaked black.
I could distantly hear him talking to the people gathering, telling them to go, to leave us in our moment, to let us be. But all that registered in my mind were the lyrics, "And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool. By making his world a little colder." And as much as I wanted this moment to last forever, the music kicked up and the swaying became more like jerking. Before we knew it, his friend tripped us and we were sprawled on the ground, laughing hysterically at the fortune of barely missing the table.
And, even though we were on the ground, bodies mashed together from the impact, we stayed, laughing... a moment that was completely ruinded by his friend, yet something I noticed as a moment. The moment I recognised the song 'Hey Jude' as a song that will, for nights, comfort me to sleep without tears.
That night my dream was simple and yet- momental. It did not seem like it was five minutes, nor ten. The dream was of me and him, lying on a couch, wrapped in each other's arms, holding on desperately. We talked, for what seemed like the full ten hours of sleep I had, about various unachnowledgable topics. The only recognisable thing said between the two was when he wrapped his arms tight around me, dropping his head onto my shoulder and allowing his eyes to droop down as he whispered a soft, "Thank you." into my ear.
I don't know why this had stuck with me, and I am continuously thinking about the meaning. And although I'm positive it's not possible, I can't help but wonder if perhaps he drempt of the same thing.
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