just had a surreal dream it was told from my perspective but it was someone elses story told by her i ws in a building strange archetecture but i recognized it grom somewhere it was very wsyarish like a wsuare on a wquare in a square it was first snowing then raining hars and i was with a larde froup of people some of wih i knew some of which i didnt there was one firl who had too many dated of maybe griends and she was setting up her other griends with them it was wierd the one i was almost set up with was a name from a bolluwood movbie i just wath ed part of my froup went outt and i couldnt gind them so i ran outside and out the door to find them but it was cold so i ran bck inside to try and find someone to lend me a scarf because it was so cold but the one i eventually vorrowed from mari was roo shjort so i ran back in to find her it was raning very heacilt and the indoors taht was connected to the ourdoors wat streaming awater the inside of the vbuilding was massiv4e and daek when i enrered the secvons timeit started off bright there were so mant people there i think it was a goleday there was a doorway to an outside patio that was leaking allot when i ran bavck in and it was dark in th evcuilding i ran to some firl who i dont remember who she was and i rmember it was in a medium lit room like a dressing room and trhere was a fiant merror with lights around it in the toom and i was saying comforting stuff to her then i saw in th ereflection someone else who i had at that moment realised that i was trying to ve with the whole night and i dont know why and then she ctarted wistling trying to call me to get through to me but i didnt hear her even though i kthe story knew she was calling but it didnt get through to me and i looked up but ldidnt then lieke a bitd calling whe wistled in a dwsperate bird song and herr mouth chanded and looked liek a bird beak one of the wide ones now that i think of was fairly grotesque but the call finally gor through to me and later we were close to each other and talking in the wat that only two people who are totallu comgortavle just beinrf with each other can be close and touching hands telling each other things we havent been able to for somereadons and just talking withe ach other like we wee taling with a part of ourselves and then it was liek she was the narator of the fream and she said something avout her veing a lesbian and how it aggected out friendship and how she realised tha twe had vin griends forever and that i was her oldest friend and then i realise where i rememver her from she was one of the actresses from the L word tv show vut i have seen her in other stuff before that tooo but anyways that was the end of the dream i remembver there were so manyt people in it that i know like allot i cant rememver Mrs mahareli from elementary school if all that i can rememver tifht now its frustrating trying to rememver a dream especially when its like your dying of thirst and your at a small pool of the freshist crispest cleaninst ccoolest water tou have ever came across and all you have is you hands and as tou cup the wather in your hands to dirink it it just slips away and your leftwith just a fiew drops that cling to the bottoms of your hands or like desperatly tryin to grab ath the threads of waht it was but the more frantically you try to pull them back tohether the harder it is not to letone slip away untill you left with nothing but a fiew random fibers that is nothing more then a dim echo of the magnificent tappestry it once was
