Strange Dream

I had one last night. It was quite dramatic and tragic.

(I actually like it when I have dramatic dreams which I can remember ~ coz they make me think and reflect deeply on life.)

I was back in school. Or it could have been college. A guy (whom I've never met in real life) developed feelings for me - and soon, he began following me wherever I went, albeit from a distance. He thought I didn't know - but duh, of course I did, being the sensitive girl I am. He did things for me in secret - and I guess, he cared not if I knew he was the do-er. Sometimes I knew it was him. Sometimes I didn't. Sometimes I guessed it was him. Well, well...

I grew to enjoy his protective presence. He was a nice guy, definitely. Neat. Clean-shaved. Smart. Concerned, but maybe because I was often klutzy and slow. On some occasions, we saw one another in the school corridors - and he would smile. I would pretend that I didn't see him because I was proud. I was embarrassed to show him that I cared and wanted to be his friend. I always thought, "Maybe tomorrow...If I bumped into him tomorrow, I would say hi."

While following me around one day (again from the distance), he suddenly disappeared. I sensed something amiss and ran in the direction of where he had been. I was just in time to glimpse the rear of a white car speeding away with him all tied up and gagged in the back seat... and his captors/kidnappers pinning him down while he struggled to escape. He saw me. The desperate look on his face was the last I saw of him. 

I ran up to the teacher's room to use the telephone. Dialed the police's number - but the line was down. My hand was shaking. The teacher, whose phone I was using, wasn't helping.

At the peak of my desperation... I woke up. With a slight headache too.

I still feel a little bad that I couldn't help him. Perhaps, what bugs me the most is that I never bothered to express my gratitude to him - when I knew that he was behind all that sweet magic that put warmth into my heart, made me blush and helped me to smile when I was depressed. I wish that I had told him how much I appreciated him... and liked him, even. At least once. And perhaps, I would never see him again.

I know. Just a dream ~ but it taught me good lessons on gratitude, thankfulness, and not taking people for granted.