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Thursday, March 04, 2010 @ 11:00

Archived: LJ, 31 July 2006, 14:38

Utopia. well my utopia. well actually, not really utopia. Just a fabulous dream. So great i woke up, still feeling it. Like it was real. its Probably just my imagination. but its easier just thinking that it would really happen. oh my goodness. god's been playing with my head. but it feels great.

this is how it went. there is no start nor an ending to this fantasy.

I was at dinner. with my mom and dad beside me. and. a guy, gorgeous in my dreams, but im still unable to make out his face. i am very sure, that i would recognise his face if i ever met him. but now, there is absolutely no way for me to describe him. sense? i think not. it was so real. and it was exactly how i would picture my guy ( if that ever happens) meeting my parents. my parents making sure i'm not sitting beside him. and them grilling him with a 1001 questions that would drive many guys nuts. but he was so cool and calm. so un-killing my hopes of a future with him-kind. and we kinda went home, in my dad's TAXI. (haha. reality bites. even in dreams, there's no lamborghini gallardo) and well what i can remember is that my parents-my mom by actual fact- asked him to write something down. so he was outside my house.(yes still that ole mansion et.) and well he wore his shoes and he stood up. note: he still has to write something down. well he kissed me. a great fabulous kiss. if that is what it really is like, then every chick-lit book has failed to describe the experience..

im like wondering. because this is not the first dream of him. its like my 2nd or third. so what is this. maybe its just my head toiling with my mind and my emotions. its just too good to be true ain't it? but well some of my friends think that maybe god decided to lemme have and insight to my future. to my soulmate.

crapp alot? i'm not too sure. just to beautiful.

i remember that when i woke up, the first thing i did was touch my lips. i just needed reassurance. oh wells.
maybe another time

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