I have an urge to write.

Dream:
I'm walking with Turtle again and he's leading me to this Asian party and somehow I lose him and I wander around the area trying to find him. Someone calls me and I think it's him and somehow I find my way back to him, but he's sitting next to all these other Asian people, though I end up sitting next to him anyways.

There's a giant octopus and I have to run into a mansion or castle so that the tentacles won't get me. It's an elaborate maze inside, almost like the Hogwarts, and I find myself in the depth of it. There's a school table and people are there at the very center of it---

I'm in bed in a house that might be familiar to me. I see Turtle and his friend. He starts to hug me and smile.

Every time I dream about you, you leave me with this warm feeling. It makes me content and I don't want to wake up just yet.

Dream:
Turtle and I were talking while we were strolling around the neighborhood.

My dad opened an ice cream shop and I was switching trains to get somewhere, speeding to get there.

Why is that every time I dream about you, it's always good? You always get back to me in my dreams (though not in reality) and you always leaves me with this positive feeling that I try to hold onto but then Time sneaks away with it.

I'm confused per usual.

Dream:
Dino is my roommate. He's in the shower, but I'm in the closet with a friend talking about him. I have a flashback, a friend took a picture of us together and it's up on facebook. As usual, he's hugging me like everything is okay, but my hand is on my mouth so I won't start to cry. Then the friend who took the picture comments on how cute we are together and plans to hook us up, but I don't get a chance to tell her that we won't work. He doesn't want me.

When I explain this to the friend in the closet, Dino returns from the shower and I don't want to miss this chance to see him because even in my dreams, chances of seeing him are slim. I open the door and there he is changing into a long-sleeved shirt. He's ready to leave, as usual. He's talking about all the things he needs to do and, again, I feel like he's so far out of reach when he's right in front of me.

Even in dreams, we are not meant to be.

God, I think I give up.

You say I'm selfish but you broke me with yours.

"No, Joe Dagget," said she, "I'll never marry any other
man as long as I live. I've got good sense, an' I ain't
going to break my heart nor make a fool of myself; but I'm
never going to be married, you can be sure of that. I ain't
that sort of a girl to feel this way twice."

A New England Nun by Mary Freeman