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there will be no happy ending... [Jul. 28th, 2015|09:06 am]
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It started out like a normal dream. It was the last day of high school, the last few moments in fact. I was with a few of my friends who I'll probably never see again, in class. One of my friends happened to be played by Allison Mack, Chloe Sullivan from Smallville. Heh. Oddly enough, I never thought of her as particularly attractive. Not my type, I guess. Until this dream came along anyway. We all mentioned our plans for after high school.. but I had none. :/ The final bell rang and Allison fussed about being the only one not ready to run out that door for the last time. Heh.

Allison then met up with me in the hallway briefly on the way to the school buses. She handed me a note then took off. I immediately stopped to read the note. And I was surprised to find it was a confession of love. She had liked me for quite a while too. She even referenced some moments she had with Clark Kent / Tom Welling during Smallville in the note, confirming the confession was coming from the actress. I was overjoyed by the confession of love. To be truthful, it was probably not about who it was.. but more that I possibly wouldn't be alone for the rest of my life.

I ran out to the school buses, hoping to see Allison one last time. I found her and ran up to her. I confessed that I liked her too and we hugged, then we began to trade phone numbers (we're friends, why don't we have each other's numbers already? lol). But it was then I noticed that I had lost the love letter she had just given me. She stopped giving me her number. Said something then she took off.. never to be seen again. That was when the dream took a turn for the worse.

Everything is kinda fuzzy and all runs together from there. The high school bully (I guess) found my letter and was making fun of it to his friends. I went after him to get the letter back. Not long after that I woke up... but not in my home. I saw a man shaking his head near my bedroom window and went outside to see what was the matter. I ended up being shot by the man, who ended up being the father of the bully. I ran back into the house, despite being shot multiple times, and struggled to dial 911. This was when the father's truck came right through the bedroom wall at me. Ack.

Jump forward some years.. and I'm looking for Allison on a movie set.. or something. I.. ended up being attacked again, this time by random people. I remember a moment or two where I confess to these people that I'm actually somewhat resistant to these attacks, explaining why I was able to survive multiple gunshots earlier.. There was then a long struggle to wake up from this damn dream.. until I finally did. Argh. :/

This dream was likely just one long message from my subconscious that my life is going nowhere. That the happy ending I sometimes wish for.. will in fact never come.. *sigh* :(

See ya.