Dash all Bloody Dreams

So even when I'm tired of thinking of you, it seems you still show up in my dreams.

You said you would stop being the Sandman!

Day Four.
Day two, I was helping you judge a black belt testing. There were other judges and I had no clue as to what I was supposed to do. Additionally, you weren't even sitting next to me but you were seated in front of me (possible meaning is that I feel that you're ahead of me in things that I might not be able to catch up to you). But you turned your head to me, and somehow it became so striking. Your face was smooth, as if years were taken off, and thin and aristocratic, your eyes were unnaturally blue -- shuffling and constricting the beats of my heart. I was completely mesmerized by you BUT it was because you were literally gorgeous, not because it was of my own accord. This was another illusion.

Day Four, last night, we were inside sitting on some bleachers. It felt like I was looking through some candid camera. You sat next to me this time and we were watching some kind of martial arts fights. Apparently, you were going to participate, but you weren't wearing your black but red semi-circle printed sleeveless uniform. So here's the catch. When you were just sitting next to me, I was back in reality. You were just you. I wasn't particularly attracted to you physically, like in real life, your presence merely has the ability to calm me. However, when you put on your uniform, after I mentioned you should, you had this youthful grin and somehow it glamored you. Somehow once you put that fighting uniform on, I was completely utterly smitten with you. My eyes softened and you were the image of someone I adored dearly, as if I was in love.

More unrelating dreams.
I was in my aunt's house, somehow it was the adults against the next generation. They put my grandpa at work, cooking and turned my grandma against us. My uncle from my mom's side was there. God. No wonder I made him into the semi-villain. They were trying to keep me from returning to the basement to the other children. 3/4 of the dream was me trying to pretend like I didn't want to return to the basement (otherwise I would lead the adults to hide-out of the other kids), waiting until they left. When I finally did, Danny was there (random), and I instantly got annoyed (I was wearing this polka dot halter slinky dress, probably because of this constant need to prove myself in front of him). I asked him where everyone was. He pointed outside and I looked and walked to the door. It was pouring, bullets and buckets of water. There were seats and seats of people sitting outside. It was a funeral. And I felt like I needed to mourn. There I was staring out an old basement window door thinking I was too late.
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I need to write. Today looks cloudy. Perfect day for the movies and inner footprint investigating. ;)