I want a dream lover so I don't have to dream alone...

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Well it's been one hell of a week. It went turtle slow. I have had a lot of work to do at my job so that's a good thing. I've been trying to make myself irreplaceable at my job so God forbid they do an employee cut, I won't be part of it. However staring at a computer screen for basically every hour I'm awake is a bit much. My new best friend is "Clear Eyes". lol. I guess it comes with the trade...

Mostly I've been just dreaming. Dreaming of so much. Picturing my future apartment when I move out my parents house, decorating it the way I want, and having people come over to my actual place. Dreaming of the next person I will meet, what gates will they open for me. Contemplating the plot of my story's characters. Wishing that the pillow laying next to me was somebody whom I can't help but miss. The songs I hear over the radio during the day make its way into my head too.

The day turns into night and I'm left with my mind racing. My head is like the remote control that is stuck between the sofa cushions, hurriedly flipping through the stations...jumping from one thought to another.


I dream of going into a store and then a fitting room and the clothes actually fitting properly. It seems I have a problem that the juniors clothes look too tacky and the Women's clothes too older looking. It's a problem for me. Or it just doesn't fall right on me and it shows every lump and bump. I dream of when I won't have the lump and bump and I will fit into that bathing suit without a shirt over it...

So many dreams. I conjure up dreams of closure or possible outcomes of new situations. It makes my job go by very fast and sweetly. But alas I will wake up, however those dreams will be my fuel. A never-ending fuel for me.


Tomorrow I'm actually having lunch with Drummer Boy. Yes, I am over my Drummer Boy ex, completely & utterly, but I think he's lonely. I'm lonely too so I will be his friend, nothing more. He's searching for himself and I am too, so it's sort of created a common bond between us. Not a strong enough bond that I would want to date him, but enough of one where I would chill with him and maybe we can help each other out along the way. I will pay for my own stuff and vise versa. There is no harm in a lunch. He better not call before noon tho, or I'm not going. lol.

I leave you to dream some more...maybe I'll find a dream lover to keep my company this weekend when I go out tomorrow night...who knows....