I love my dreams, dont get me wrong. But sometimes they are the worst. really.

they can be so vivid and realisitic. not to the point where i think its a memory, but all the little details.

the smile on her face
the look in her eyes.
the way she corrected me when i said her last name wrong.
laying out in the grass next to my house
how i felt when she left for someone else
coping with hanging out with the both of them

then waking up.


sometimes, man... I would rather be a third wheel for an entire day than to have dreams like that. again, I love the ability to create/remember. I just hate the application.