34. Dream and Reality
I dreamt about someone I knew, he was telling me not to join one particular group. Later I was somehow dragged into signing up by some of my girl friends, and that boy was having this peculiar look as I cross him while I’m on my way to the sign up point—he knew what I was gonna do. I got scared. While trembling, I decided not to join anyway and all of my friends went “meh” at me.
The dream ended with the boy, staring me with a gentle, knowing smile and a warm sense of satisfaction.
But I didn’t smile back.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.