Alright.... It would be cool if I could stop dreaming about Bryan now. For the past 4 days I haven't been his biggest fan so it could be cool if I stopped dreaming about him... Although, last night was my first bad dream about him. It was pretty awful. Here's my nightmare with Mr. Perfect.
Bryan and I were supposed to hang out when he was done taking this quiz. He told me he was done and I came over to his apartment. I walked straight to his room and he wasn't there. I layed on his bed and then saw some pink shoes on the floor.. Another girls shoes. In my dream I told myself.. it should be fine we aren't together.. but it made me sad. So, I broke the shoes apart and threw away a piece of the sandals.. I texted him asking where he was but he hadn't answered so I left the room and walked around to talk to his cousins. I said hi to everyone in the different rooms and his cousin Ulises talked to me for a little while in his room and then told me Bryan was downstairs.
I went down stairs and he was hanging out watching a movie with this guy. I said hi and bryan was like okay lets go and the guy asked Bryan if he was going to introduce him to me. Bryan looked at both of us and then told him no that I wasn't that important. I was so shocked. We walked out of the house and I started going off on him about what an asshole he was.
Once we got back to the apartment it turned into a house. The house looked like it was in Vegas. The white side of town though. There was a party going on now and we walked in and were hanging out but he was being so rude and acting like he didn't want me there. I was so mad because I didn't understand why he would say he wanted to hangout and then act that way. While we were talking and he was being so condesending and he looked at me annoyed and said "don't worry I won't do anything with anyone until you move on". I was angry because I felt like he was telling me I meant nothing. He was over it and I was the one still having problems and I wasn't having problems! I was having problems with him lying about wanting to hang out and treating me like trash and an annoyance.
SIDENOTE/ANALYSIS*** I'm pretty sure I was dreaming that last part because I actually feel like that in real life. He's not rude to me but definitely he just seems annoyed when we hangout. So I feel like he's just hanging out to be nice. Also, I am the one that this is harder for so yea i sorta do feel like i didn't mean much to him sometimes. Anyways...
After we argue I walk out the front door and hangout in the front by the garage just to get away from everyone. Then a car comes driving by and two girls are in the front seat. They both are white and look very trashy. They also look like they are 15 years old. As they drive by the girl in the passanger seat yells out the window that Bryan is hers now and they had sex and he likes her better.. Something along those lines.. I don't remember exact words.
I go back inside angry and decide to leave. I go upstairs to get my stuff out of Bryan's room so I can leave the party when the girls from the care walk into Bryan's room. The one girl starts yelling at me about what I'm doing in his room and about how he is hers. She says that he's been hers this whole time ... blah blah crazy white trashy girl yelling and cursing a lot. Then her mom comes up the stairs and starts yelling at me too. So I walk out of Bryan's room and go downstairs.
When I get downstairs I start yelling and cursing at Bryan. I was so angry and didn't understand why he invited me to be there if he was gonna have other girls there yelling at me. I didn't do anything wrong and I felt like I just kept getting attacked for no reason.
In my dream when I was yelling at Bryan he didn't even look phased. He wasn't sorry at all he just looked at me like, "well... what do you want me to do.. you can leave".
SIDENOTE/ANALYSIS*** I think I had this dream because I had been saying how I hadn't had a bad dream about Bryan yet.. It sucked.. I woke up angry and sad.. I really hope I don't dream about him tonight :/ I wish he would get out of my head.
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