Gotta move on/ Won’t you take me to/ Funky town

All this thinking about rejection and solution’s made me remember a dream I had. Dreams are weird. You can dream about someone you haven’t seen in 8 years. You can dream about someone you only saw once way back in your past. You can even dream about people you pass by sometimes but never talk to. You may never dream about the person you think the most about when you’re awake. It’s all very strange.

I dreamt about basketball. Long lines to play basketball. Because I missed practise. But the dream went on after practise to seeing N off and then damn it all, getting into a car with M. N and M, two people I was once very close to but now I haven’t met or talked to or thought about in years.

There are so many people you meet in life. Some you spend hours talking to on the phone. Some who are your tent-mates and closest friends on a trekking trip. Some you sleepover with, watching movies and gorging on food. But so few, so very few who stay on in your life. The important ones fade away into nothingness. The obscure ones become absolutely essential. The ugly ones beautiful and the beautiful ones ugly. The one you cried for because you were so sure he was dying is the one you grow to despise. The intelligent one starts sounding immature. And the childish one, the childish one you want to know forever because he’s all grown up now.  

~ 07/07/07

~ by strayangel on July 7, 2007.