Dream

Well, I guess it’s only fitting with a name like dreamergrrl that I would write about dreams ONCE in a while… So here’s one for ya.

Last night I dreamt about Gabe. Strange, ehh? Considering I haven’t seen him since May, haven’t been a good friend of his since March, and stopped liking him in February. And yet, I had a dream that he somehow came to either marching band or something… I don’t really remember. But anyway he was really very shy (not Gabe-like at all) and kind of timid from not being a normal kid anymore. Like he was afraid of his past friends because he’s not in our circle of life anymore – no school, no band, just work…

Anyway, he just sort of wanted me to hold his hand. And it wasn’t in a romantic way or anything (oh goodness sakes don’t even think I’m starting that again), it was in a little-boy-ish type of way. Just like someone to stand behind cause you’re scared of what’s ahead. It was a strange dream.

When I talked to him online earlier this week (perhaps this weekend?) he was acting very sad. He was being depressed about the fact that he doesn’t go to school and isn’t in band and never sees us anymore. It was like he finally woke up. Of course, there’s no hope of Gabe ever changing Gabe, plus he’s already enrolled in a two year college in order to actually go somewhere in life, but at least I know that somewhere in the back of his mind he regrets his decisions. I know that’s an awful thought to have – and no I don’t want him miserable – I just want to know that there is a non-depressed, rational thinking person in Gabe.

Perhaps he’ll come to the game Friday night – that would be very nice.

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