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Dream a Little Dream of Me
December 01, 2003, 10:02 p.m. I had a dream last night. I saw the Elf-boy again, we were at a dinner or something. He started kissing me, and I couldn't pull away, although I was desperately trying to. I was very upset with him for kissing me, and not letting go of me, because I knew he didn't mean it. I wouldn't have minded if there'd been some feeling behind it, but he was just . . . I don't know why he was kissing me, he just was. He knew he didn't want to take it any further than that, and that that would hurt me, but he did it anyway. As the dream ended, I remember thinking to myself: "This is just a dream. You're not angry at him for kissing you; you're angry at yourself for dreaming about it." And that's probably too close to the truth for my liking. I've been having this dream a fair bit recently.
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