Take the gun and count to 3

On Friday, the kindergarten people at my work went on a picnic with the kids. Of course, I was obliged to follow them as well which was also completely needless for I didn't have any business being there.

We went to a park, it was a 2 hour drive. On the way to the park we passed by the river where Jeremy and I hung by last weekend. Then I felt the pain. Not the accurate head migraine type but the gradual, petrifying one that overpowers every cell of your body slowly and blurs your mind. I missed him too much.

Is what I'm writing here too sappy, mushy for you? well gently place your hands over your eyes and remove the eyeballs.



My man, I missed him. I couldn't wait to get home and talk to him. But when I got back home, he wasn't there. And when he finally arrived, he said he will go out with his friends. For I didn't want to sound like an unreasonably needy girlfriend, or merely because I didn't want to hurt my pride, I tried to swallow my feelings and let him go. But I felt as if everything was burning inside.


There he went, and follows the drama which does not need to be read by the general public.

The reason why I'm writing this is:

Last night, I dreamt that the world was ending, from one continent to another. I ran, ran to save myself. I ran with my mother, and my boyfriend. But for some reason, he kept disappearing.

I constantly looked for him and he would come back, then he would disappear.

also last night, right before I went to bed. Jeremy and I had a long conversation which led me to miss him and love him more.

Now I'm convinced that the state of mood we are in before we fall asleep greatly affects the content of our dreams.

According to the emotional state we are in right before falling asleep, our mind automatically makes associations and bring about images, thoughts..