I AM SO FREAKED OUT RIGHT NOW. Thanks to my friend John who claimed to have stalked my blog, I stalked my own blog when I found THIS OMFG.

http://pulchrabellum.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-almost-forgot-to-blog-about-weird.html

A BOY. FOUR YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME. I COULDN'T SEE HIS FACE CLEARLY. OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FREAKY.

Is it that my dream was a premonition of me meeting Boy? If it was, then hot damn. I must be fucking magical.  But wow that is so weird. Wow that is so weird. Wow that is sO WEIRD.

Oh my god. My mind is reeling.

Speaking of Boy and dreams, Boy's been showing up in my dreams lately. He isn't even a main player in them; he's almost like an Easter egg. He's just present in the background and I see him for a split second before my field of view has to swing around back to the action.

For instance, in one of my dreams, I was standing at a doorway arguing with my sister about leaving for a trip when on the outside of the door (which was open), Boy was sitting with a few other boys playing a card game of some sort.

Then in another one of my dreams, Boy and I are in some sort of arctic tundra setting and we're on a steel ship. I arrived with my family and happened to spot him looking out a window with a big fur hat on that covered his eyes. I laughed at him and told him that he looked ridiculous, pushing the hat up and away from his eyes. And his eyes were almost ethereal. But then there was a commotion in another part of the ship so I apologize for leaving and ran the other direction. This whole ordeal felt like 2 minutes of the 90 minute run-time of my dream.

Last night was the first time that Boy was a significant part of my dreams. He and I were at a buddy event, but it was night time and we lived on campus (as did the other people of our school). He kept waking me up and telling me that he had to find something despite having already finished our buddy challenge. So we began searching for something I still don't really remember in a night lit only with old-fashion gas lamps with a rusty orange light revealing the path.

I kept losing him because he was running too fast and told him that he needed to slow down, to which he got really frustrated and grabbed my hand so I would run, too. When we came back, he ran up to this one boy with short black hair and kissed him. It was quite strange because it seemed like a complete non-sequitur. Perhaps he was looking for something that belonged to the other boy?

I wouldn't mind if Boy were gay. In fact, that would be kind of cute. Sad for his self-discovery in a world that still holds onto homophobia, but cute in that it makes him slightly quirkier than he already is.

Almost all my dreams of him occur in what seems like another era. It sort of spooks me. Maybe we were connected in another life or even another dimension. Bizarre.

In other news, my school's Homecoming is tonight and I'm not even going (despite having played a part in planning it). It was $60 and I could find better ways to spend that money, so I didn't buy a ticket. But I now feel twinges of regret because this past week has been amazing and a dance would have topped it off.

However, I do have homework to catch up on as well since I missed two days due to speaking at and working with the Freshman Retreat. Thursday's freshman were awesome; I really liked them. Friday's freshman were okay too...but I honestly didn't like them as much because during the senior performances they clapped at least 10 times during the Culinary Arts presentation. And it wasn't even a, "wow that's amazing! clapclapclapclap" applause. It was really snarky and sarcastic, almost. I didn't like that at all. It was so disrespectful. The presenter could barely talk. But it was nice overall and I got some candy out of it..soo....