Dream Journal

 I dreamt about you

(You were kind to me

It felt like a relief...) 

We were somewhere. It looked like a hotel of some sort, but it was more... It was not like a room. It was more like an apartment, a small apartment where we were staying. And it was very early in the morning. It seemed as if it was nighttime still outside. And we were not alone. We were with other people, friends, or family. Not many people. We were like five people in that room, slash apartment. And so, we had woken up early. Apparently, we were leaving that place. And we were trying to prepare ourselves to gather our stuff and leave. And I remember I was wearing an oversized white T-shirt with something on, a stamp. I don't remember. We were all like wearing our pajamas and stuff. And I remember looking outside the window and there was auroras in the sky. Not huge ones, but little ones. Little auroras in circles. The shapes that they would form were circles. They would peep from between the clouds and they would form circles of auroras. And it was raining heavily, apparently. It was either rain or mist that looked transparent enough to resemble raindrops. And it was very dark outside, but inside we had the lights on. And we had begun our day and we would start preparing. You got dressed from pijamas to your clothes faster than me I was speaking to the other people, taking my time. We were all wearing predominantly white clothes. We were kind of looking at each other. I didn't know if you were speaking to me or not. It didn't seem like it, although there was some kind of understanding that we were there together by free will. We chose it. So, after talking to the other people, I saw you were getting ready fast so I started looking for my stuff to get ready, as well. I had a plastic bag that I wanted. I was looking for it everywhere. And you noticed that I was looking for it. So you were like, what is it? What do you want? But it wasn't in a bad way. It was very softly spoken.

Also, I remember as I was searching for the bag but couldn't find it, I was singing the song, "Que Sera, Sera, Whatever Will Be, Will Be." And then you asked me, and I saw the bag behind you. My bag. It was on your bed. And I was looking for this bag. So you gave it to me. You seemed, it was like, how a person is when you've quarreled with them, but then you just recognize that, I mean, it doesn't matter anymore. You don't have to quarrel with them anymore. It wasn't a full-on affectionate move, but it was like, okay, you know, a little bit more natural and forgiving than not speaking. 

And then I woke up.

We saw circular auroras together in my sleep...