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Jan. 30th, 2005 08:32 pmI don't dream often.
I laid down a couple hours ago, feeling without motivation, and I had something of a nightmare.
I was in a hotel or something, for some kind of a convention, I suppose. I was there with my family. And on the first day, as we were sitting waiting, I caught a glimpse of Becky and Emily Croft in the crowd of people signing in. A little 'later', we were all going somewhere to talk or something. We were headed downstairs, and everyomne else got held up somehow, and it was Emily and I at the bottom. And I just sat there and gave her a very pained, hurt look. And she noticed. But then we went into the talk; she sat a little bit away. Becky came and sat closer, but didn't say anything. I fell asleep (in my dream! O.o). When I woke up, it was over, and everyone was gone, and my brother told me "When she couldn't get you up, Emily understood you were under a spell." Then I wandered through the hotel, and by some strange kiddie-shows, where I bumped into Jim Smith, a guy I worked with over the summer, who said he was moving to Atlanta. And then I really woke up.
I've only barely even thought about Emily for a rather long time. I recently thought to get back in touch with the Twins, and wrote a little email to Becky, though I haven't heard back from her. I was enamoured with Emily for the last two years of highschool and, as might be deduced, was rejected in the end. We stayed friends for a while, but it's steadily faded since we both went to college.
I laid down a couple hours ago, feeling without motivation, and I had something of a nightmare.
I was in a hotel or something, for some kind of a convention, I suppose. I was there with my family. And on the first day, as we were sitting waiting, I caught a glimpse of Becky and Emily Croft in the crowd of people signing in. A little 'later', we were all going somewhere to talk or something. We were headed downstairs, and everyomne else got held up somehow, and it was Emily and I at the bottom. And I just sat there and gave her a very pained, hurt look. And she noticed. But then we went into the talk; she sat a little bit away. Becky came and sat closer, but didn't say anything. I fell asleep (in my dream! O.o). When I woke up, it was over, and everyone was gone, and my brother told me "When she couldn't get you up, Emily understood you were under a spell." Then I wandered through the hotel, and by some strange kiddie-shows, where I bumped into Jim Smith, a guy I worked with over the summer, who said he was moving to Atlanta. And then I really woke up.
I've only barely even thought about Emily for a rather long time. I recently thought to get back in touch with the Twins, and wrote a little email to Becky, though I haven't heard back from her. I was enamoured with Emily for the last two years of highschool and, as might be deduced, was rejected in the end. We stayed friends for a while, but it's steadily faded since we both went to college.
