The end of the world as we know it.

June 2nd, 2013.

Perhaps because the movie I watched before going to sleep last night was 2012 (you know, the movie inspired by the predicted "end of the world" by the Mayans), I dreamed that the world was ending.

Slowly the world was being enveloped in this thick, black smoke. First, you should know this: I am desperately in love with one of my best friends but I can't tell him because he is happily dating this pretty little thing he goes to college with, and far be it for me to be the one to disrupt his happiness with her. Anymawhozer, in my dream, we are several years in the future. This friend had knocked up his girlfriend and his girlfriend died in childbirth, but he was left with a precious little girl whom he had named Cora. Well, somehow in the dream I had prior knowledge of the destruction of the earth, so I picked said friend up (along with his adorable baby girl, now a year or two old) and we set off to outrun the end of the earth. While driving and then once on a plane (better for outrunning the smoke, you see), this friend related to me how if he wanted anyone to help him raise his daughter, it was me, because he knew I would raise her to be an independent, strong, and beautiful woman. Shortly after this, I woke up. It was still early in the morning so I promptly fell back asleep and had a new dream.

My friend Katie and I (who has been staying with me for the last month but just moved out to spend a semester in Australia) drove to a far off city to have dinner with some friends. I think this dream was meant to be sometime after the end of the last dream, with the earth being restored and life returning to normal. Said love-of-my-life friend was there at the restaurant, along with a few friends of Katie's. We had dinner peacefully for a while until I became very angry because my friend was flirting unashamedly with the waitress, and as I was very much in love with him and had hoped by now he had figured it out. Clearly he hadn't. I slammed my glass of water on the table a few times, confusing everyone, and when they lost interest in me quickly, I stood up fiercely and stormed out, slamming my glass down on some stranger's table and leaving it there. I sat on the patio outside the restaurant for quite a while before anyone came to check on me. But it was not my friend, it was a male friend of Katie's and he comforted me while I told him the reason for my behavior. That's when I woke up.

I promise I'm not a childish little girl about these things... though my dreams seem to make me look otherwise, huh? I guess it's because no matter how much we hold in on the outside, our dreams don't lie to us. They tell us how we really feel, even when we don't want to admit it to ourselves.