Today I’ll write about a very unromantic dream I had which I can’t forget. It was a bit more creepy than….unromantic. In the dream, I was in my room when I spotted some weird old guy in his 40s looking through his binoculars directly at me from the building in front of ous…and he wasn’t even that far away. He looked pretty Western……like…White and stuff. No wait, Blacks can be Western, LOL, but this dude was White. And I think he had dishwasher-brown hair and his eye color was somewhere between gray and hazel.
I hid behind my curtains and then looked out to check if he was still there. Sure enough, Oldie Stalker still there with his binoculars, Then I took a walk outside when I suddenly spot a mansion. And let’s call the stalker… weird old binocular man ‘Oldie Stalker’. And soon I noticed Oldie Stalker getting out of a limo and he had his lawyers and some official-looking people in suits with him. He said he wanted my hand in marriage. Super…weird. And then I turned to my mother who was suddenly there beside me and Mom was like, “Yeah. Whites can do anything. You can’t do anything ’bout them”. And I am still not sure what that meant but I think she meant that he was going to get his lawyer friends to call me down on some kind of law to get me to agree to say yes or something, whatever. And it dawned on me that Oldie Stalker was rich and the mansion was his.
I looked at him and Oldie Stalker continued to look really confused and said he liked me again, in a very sad way. And I was just there thinking, “Wow, dude. You’re filthy rich and you can get any girl you want..well….except for me. But out of all the women in the world, you choose me?” I thought of asking him that question but I was scared he was going to say something really sweet like, “Its because I think you’re a wonderful person”, etc etc and that would make me really guilty and sad and stuff. So I didn’t ask. And I felt really sorry for him for even considering me (there shows my low-self esteem).
I kept standing there in shock he’d pick me when there where so many women. Or where there a shortage of women in my dream-world and he had no other choice? I felt sorry for him when I said I wasn’t interested and then I did the other weirdest thing ever: I hugged him. I gave him a pity-hug, like…, “Yeah….nope”. And I didn’t want to look at his face because I probably hurt his ego or something and I didn’t want to feel guilty for that too. And then another weird thing happened. When I hugged him, I just thought how safe his hug felt. I think he had broad shoulders and he was really tall. And I started to feel really calm and started to reconsider what I said about saying I wasn’t interested.
And then Buttercup from the Powerpuff girls shoot laser atand killedhim. I don’t remember anything more about the dream. I think we later had a party and I danced there. The end.