I had a dream once that still haunts me to this day, almost a year later. I have no idea why this particular dream has stayed in my mind for this long, but I can tell it to people almost as if it actually happened. Sometimes, I wish it had actually happened. It's one of those dreams where it hurts to wake up, because you want it to be true. It never is.
In this dream, a boy picked me up early one Saturday morning to drive to Boston. Along the way, we listened to popular 90's songs and sang along to ever song. We were driving on the Thruway and we stopped at every rest stop that we came across. At one of the first rest stops, he bought me a pair of huge glasses as a joke. I never took them off, and we continued driving.
By nightfall, we realized that we never even made it to Boston. We made it to Massachusetts, but we never made it to our destination. It didn't matter, though. I don't even know why we were going there in the first place. I think we just decided on it, because it seemed like a nice place to go. But instead of continuing on, we ate at a diner and then turned around and continued towards New York.
On the drive home, he played Jimmy Eat World songs and I sang along with my head to the window. I ended up falling asleep and at one point, I woke up, realizing that we were stopped on the side of the road. "The World You Love" was playing and he let it play really loud as he led me out of the car into the dark field. He told me to close my eyes, and he led me behind a set of trees and then let me open my eyes. Standing before us was a carousel, full of blue lights and broken down horses. It was running, but it seemed as though no one had been there for awhile. We stood there for a little while, not talking, but just watching. Then we decided it was time to go back.
I slept the rest of the way home. When I woke up, the sun was rising and I was in my driveway. He told me he was leaving for good, but that he loved me and that he always would. He kissed my forehead, and I got out of the car and watched him drive away. I went into my room, and threw the glasses he bought me across the room. They didn't shatter or even crack. They just fell to the floor, defeated, but not broken. I didn't cry, because I figured he would be back. He was such a liar. I would never let him leave me. He would be back, no matter what he said.
Then I woke up.
I finally did make it to Boston, in real life at least, because it's where I go to school. Funny thing is that I had this dream before I got accepted here. I had this dream back when I had absolutely no hope that I was going to get in.
As for the boy, he never really had an identity. He reminds me of a lot of people that I know, none of which are in love with me. He's a combination of everything I tend to like in a person, and I think that's why he was there. No one has ever left me like he did in the dream, so I don't really understand where all of that comes from.
The one thing I learned from this dream is that if I ever meet anyone like that, I won't let them go. That kind of happiness is worth fighting for, even if it is short lived. I'm in love with the concept and idea of him and the dream. I've never wanted a dream to be real, until I had this one.
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