Last night, I broke my month-long Riko-less dream streak.
Not happy. Not happy at all.
So the dream started out with me getting ready to go home for spring break. It's March 8th - the day before my birthday - and all my friends were having a last-minute celebration which ended with Brittney's friend Nolan (who's awesome by the way) delivering this big ass bacon pizza from Marco's.
Skip to the next day. I wake up and all my friends from home (Kateri, Peno, Sam, J. Lynch, Brandon, Barrett and Squirt) were in my living room gathered around this big ass ice cream cake (my favorite). As the party got started, I heard another car pull up in the driveway. I thought it was Stephan and Nikki (since they weren't there yet), but it wasn't.
It was Riko's family.
I was so fucking happy to see them. I ran up to Mom and Dad and gave them hugs, then to Serena, who made rainbow cupcakes like that time when she slept over my house.
Then Riko came out from the car. There was a slight hesitation from both of us, then we hugged. For a long time. Like the hugs we used to give each other after not seeing each other for a while. Like those kinds of hugs.
So the party went on as normal. We played Wii games, Apples to Apples, sang "Happy Birthday", ate cake, opened cards, all that fun stuff. After all that, while everyone was cheering Sam, Squirt, J. Lynch and Barrett on at yet another round of Mario Kart, Riko asked if he could talk to me alone for a second, so we went out onto my back patio. It was raining, you know, like in those cliche romance movies. We sat on the swing and talked for a while, about school, about our friends, all that normal stuff.
Then we started leaning in to a kiss...
....and that's when I forced myself to wake up. Anything more then that would've sent me back into my psychotic ex mindset which took me months to get out of.
Kristi told me that there's this theory that when you dream about someone, it means that they miss you in their life. I just shook my head and laughed.
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