HeSpeaks7

I keep having dreams of Chelsea. She's cute, short, and has black hair. I don't know exactly why I have a dream about her every 2 weeks. I think it may have to do with the fact that she is the only female that I got to know well and didn't have a 'rough patch' with. Or maybe were soul fiends or something like that, idk.

Anyways, the dream started off in a classroom, in a trailer. I was sitting next to Chelsea at a two-person table. We talked a bit, because the teacher wasn't there. Chelsea got up to grab something and my ex, Stephanie, motioned me to come over and sit at her table. So I did.

I talked to Stephanie a little and her boyfriend saw this, and toke a knee between our chairs. Completely blowing me off, he casually talked to Stephanie;butting me out. That was cool though. It didn't really bother me. I see Chelsea drop off some markers at our desk. She pulls up a chair, puts it against the wall, and sits next to me on it. At this point I'm sensing that Chelsea has a thing for me, and I do for her too.

Then Chelsea's mother comes into the classroom, really pissed off. Apparently someone was making fun of Chelsea earlier or something like that. She treats us all like crap and demands to know where the violator is. I think Chelsea asks her mother to stop. And somewhere along the lines, her mother starts yelling at her. Saying that Chelsea is nothing, just really putting her down.

Her mother finally leaves in her fiery rage. I go up to do something unrelated to her mother. When I come back, I see Chelsea sitting by herself, looking really sad, almost about to cry. So I sit down next to her and hold her. She rests her head on my shoulder. I tell her that she didn't deserve any of what her mother told her. She says something, I say something back. Then Chelsea says," We are the warriors of men."

Apparently she is part of some exotic religion that believes many things, one being that they are supposed to defend humanity. I toke what she said as a we're-supposed-to-do-things-the-hard-way-because-we-are-warriors. So kinda like military school's philosophy on parenting their cadets. Also that this religion is blood (insiders/family) only, similar to Judaism.

We talk a little more, and she gives me looks that suggests she likes me. Without saying it, we know that more and more we want to be together, but she would have to go against her religion to be with me. Because she is only supposed to choose from members of her religion to be with. We don't go into all that though. We leave that for later and get through her current sadness together.