…in my dream/s.

I saw a lot of people in my dream last night. Mostly close friends and relatives. The only scene that was clear to me though is the scene with Mr. Speechless.

Ok, I first need to explain why I call him Mr. Speechless. This guy just literally turns into a robot when we talk. You might think that he has some sort of interest in me that’s why he turns speechless when we talk, but no matter how much I wanted it to be the case, to my dismay it’s not. I did think at first that it was like that, but years of same almost-silent treatment must have meant that the guy was just ridiculously shy. I always, always have to be the first to break the ice, and most of our conversations would involve a one phrase question and a one word answer. Ofcourse it’s me doing the questioning. But! If it’s my lucky day, he’d throw in a few words to explain his answer… Oh and there’s the occasional pauses too that increases the awkwardness of the situation. *sigh*

So back to the dream, I was looking at some photo of something, or it might be a magazine, and when the people with us (in a living room) left, he moved on the couch where I was sitting. He sat right on my left at the couch’s arm rest, as he appears slightly higher than me. Then he looked at the photo I was looking at, we discussed it a bit and he suddenly leaned too close @_______@, his right cheek slightly touching my left cheek. @____@;; and the slight touch suddenly turned into nuzzling like a cat! (wtf!??!) *insert nosebleeding emoticon here*

…After that, I exploded. Well, actually I didn’t but I bet I would if it happened in real life. I did however woke up, just when we were all lovey dovey like this two below:

So…

does that make me the horse then? =|

image: Animal Writings