Okay. so i really mostly remember the end of the dream because it was the most powerful, to me, but i'll do my best to detail the little that i do remember.
my dream started out i believe, in one of my close friends houses. we were in her room, just talking about stuff, except we were dressed in the clothes we wore in 7th and 8th grade (mostly black, plaid skirts, striped socks, big boots. we were cool :p ). and i walked out of her room, maybe to go to the bathroom and all of a sudden i was walking down stairs, like in a building. grey/beige vinyl looking stairs, tiled walls, and a matching metal railing.
i walked down to the next floor and out the door and i was in what looked like a mix between a dessert and a town near by mine. Old cars with the tires propped on them waiting to be fixed for years, ya know that kind of scene. and old gas station. and lots of "hood" looking Spanish people (please take no offense. it's a dream). some words were spoken, i don't remember them. i was wearing the clothes i usually wear now starting here. i went back in the door i left and continued to go down and down stopping along the way but i can't really remember those parts.
the next floor i went to, i was back at the start, except in my ex-boyfriend's old bedroom with the same people from the start of the dream. we were talking again, and i said, i'm going downstairs.
this time i walked out, same stairs, but no door. it lead straight to a living room. My ex was sitting there watching t.v with a friend of mine (ours/everyone's) who has recently passed away. (his death hit everyone, including me extremely hard. i cried for a long time, and still miss him dearly. sometime during the day i looked up towards my celing and said " ____, i just want you to know that i still miss you very much and love you, and i just wish i could see you again." and then continued to do what i was doing.)
so he was sitting on the floor, my ex was laying on a mattress that was flat on the floor, and i stayed on the landing of the stairs, kinda on my side, a pillow came out of nowhere and supported my elbow and my feet were resting on the incline of the stairs. All of the sudden my dear old friend looked over at me and he said "hold my hand" and came closer. So i took his hand and pulled him closer to me and i held his one hand in two of mine with his arm. and then he got up and like hugged me, and kissed me on the forehead. and we sat just kind of holding each other like we missed each other for a couple of minutes. and then we separated somehow, and i just looked at him and again he said "Just hold my hand" and i did the same thing, except he gave me a little peck on the mouth and as soon as that happened i woke up with the strangest feeling in my body and mind. i can't explain it.
i feel like this must have a meaning that i'm not catching. or was it really him trying to get to me through my dreams? (i understand that's a different topic, if you think this belongs there, then i'll re-post it there and edit this out)
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