Dreams

Lately I've been having really strange dreams. Last night I had a dream that I had my own place, in one part of the dream it was a house and in another part of the dream it was a huge apartment that connected to the balcony of an Opera House. I lived with someone, a man, that I probably have met before, but not someone I can describe now, his face is a blur in my mind now. I want to say he had dark hair and definitely taller than me, and built rather nicely but I'm not quite sure how to describe the face that was so out of focused. I don't know what my dreams are trying to tell me lately. Maybe I've been doing too much reading. But every time I woke up, or came to consciousness I'd slip right back into the same dream, and that man would be there waiting for me, always waiting for me. This has never happened before. 
Lately my dreams have been all about relationships or my future or what I want in life. The difference is that I remember these dreams very vividly, I remember my dream last night just not the person who I was involved with. It's a strange thing really. I tend to over analyze them though. At least they aren't nightmares!

A Story By Tim Lydon

Today was a marvelous day, young cousin Bentley got his tooth knocked out today, and when Bentley found a quarter underneath his pillow, then he rose out of his bed... like he had the goosebumps.. so where he soon led to his father saying... "Fathah, I'm going to invest this dime into everything we once had, everyone we once known, and spit on it, and say: "hooooo" why didn't you bring me a $50, perfect.

FIN.

The Man from my Dream...

I was in a house in some city that I wasn't quite familiar with. There were all these people around that I thought I may have recognized from a distant memory, though I wasn't sure. Some of these people gave me a very dangerous feeling, I felt that I was in danger, and that these somewhat familiar people couldn't be trusted. 

I crept into a room where there was a gathering, they were talking about me. They felt as though I was a threat in some way that I wasn't able to understand. It was all happening in such a blur, because all of a sudden I was running outside for my life as someone in jeans and a black shirt chased me with something covering his face. I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman but by the look of the muscular build, I was almost certain it was a man; by the agility he moved with, he was definitely trained and probably young. What scared me even more were the two massive samurai swords he swung around himself. 

We reached a grass covered area, and it must have been forbidden territory for those who were trying to harm me because he stopped immediately. I looked back at him as I stopped, we stood looking at each other like that for what felt like a long time, then he removed the black covering over his face and the black long sleeved t-shirt. He was surprisingly handsome, and younger than I thought. He looked as if he were at least 25 years old. He had dirty-blond hair and intense blue eyes. He had perfect tan skin, and a little scruff of facial hair like it was perfectly trimmed. He was built flawlessly; and he just stood there staring at me like it was the first time he actually had a good look at me. Then he approached me. I whirled around and took off running again.

This gorgeous man scared me, he chased after me, calling for me to wait. I stopped and turned around when he reached me. At this moment I realized he was much faster than I was, so he must have let me lead him all this time so he could reach me at a safe place to talk? It seemed impossible but not entirely illogical, I thought. Then another blur happened, now we're in a car, I'm driving.

We drove a few minutes he was talking to me, but I barely knew what he said, all I remembered saying to this man was my honest opinions about what he had tried to do to me. He apologized and told me he never wanted to bring any harm to me, that he wanted to protect me. When he said he needed to leave. I stopped the car and he gets out and says he will see me again soon, as I'm driving away he stares after me until I'm out of sight.

I decided in that moment that it was a dream, and I knew I'd never see him again. I never even knew his name. Then I woke up.

Never Leave Anything Left Unsaid

He went through his entire life dating girls that never appreciated him because they never really wanted to get to know him. He never said what he truly wanted to say to anyone. He went through life living the "good-life." He had it all, the fame, the girls, the money and along with that; all the sex he wanted. He had a lot of friends and a successful career; and what an attractive man he was, dirty blond hair and green eyes with a hint of gold, he got just about any girl he wanted. A man with a dream he was able to achieve. There was a woman in his life that he always kept close by, but just far enough away. She was once all he could think about, but he enjoyed his life too much. He was never able to say what he truly wanted to say, and she never knew how he felt.

Years went by and she married a man she fell in love with, not the same love she felt for the man that was just out of her reach, but she loved him enough to want a life with him. He went to her wedding, wore a mask on his face that depicted happiness and excitement, yet he was feeling anything but that happiness within his heart. Inside, he felt alone, abandoned and torn. Because the one girl he ever shared a real connection with was gone. Yet he still didn't know why that bothered him so much, she was just his friend after all. Until one day, she emailed him pouring her heart out to him. She had always been in love with this beautiful dirty blonde green eyed successful, yet, troubled man; though she never told him because she knew he could never love her the same way, from her understanding. But she just never understood.

He finally knew how she felt, and he missed out on his opportunity to tell her. At just 33 years old, he was crossing the street in the city and was struck by a drunk taxi driver on his way to profess his love for her for the first time, in hopes he could truly find all the happiness he had hoped for. He was killed instantly. He never got to tell her how he felt; she never knew how he felt in return and she grew old with her husband, cherishing her children and her grandchildren, proud of her life and what she had, but never truly happy because she never found the love of her life. Though she knew that life sometimes doesn't happen that way, she died hoping that she would be reunited with her true love in Heaven or in another life.

Do you want to tell her she's beautiful? Do you want to tell him he's handsome? Do you just want to tell someone "I love you"? Just do it. Do it as many times as you get the chance because life is so short and so many people waste it leaving things unsaid. You never really know when your last day will be so don't waste it for a second.

School-Sick

Being in high school and being in college are so different. I know I just said the obvious, but for me, it differs in ways that most do not think about at first. When I was in high school I hated it, it was a place I just never wanted to be. You find yourself just wanting to breeze through it, and not look back, when vacations or days off come you dread going back, because it's the same boring information that you need to retain because you HAVE to. I never realized with college, the "learning part" would be so fun. Here I am on summer vacation and I'm ready to go back already.

Vacations are even different. Yes, the work load in college is much more to handle than high school, but the vacations are longer. So long that, by the middle of summer, I want to get back into my routine at school. I am one of those kids, yeah, I love to learn. I'm excited about my classes, and I'm ready for the challenge. Meeting people is another thing, you are surrounded by people that want to succeed and that helps. Sometimes I feel drowned by people who are still living their lives in high school, and I have already been out for two years, enough is enough for me. That is why I say move on and who ever cannot keep up just gets left behind. Well, I just want to get back to school and get smarter, that is all I guess I am trying to say. :)