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Have you ever had a dream that was really bizarre, but in reality it meant something that would happen or could have happened? Honestly, my dreams are retarded. I'll give them that much. But since I was a child, I always thought my dreams were... real.. That they portrayed society and life. God I am dumb.
About a year ago, I experienced dreams about this boy I always was obsessed with in middle school. I always loved the boy, but I couldn't tell the difference due to my age and lack of experience. It wasn't until half a year after the big break up with my, now almost-best-friend. boyfriend. It was heart wrenching and I was in a severe depression and I just fell deep... Into the darkness. But, I started turning to someone I thought I was never going to find. Like as if I was some teeny bopper looking towards a movie star for help and guidance. It never really occurred to me that I would see him again until I had a dream about him back in January.
In the dream, I walked out of my hall and into my living room like I always do. My sister was cleaning the adjacent kitchen. She called out to me and told me a friend of mine was out. Yet, she called him by name. However, I knew that's not who it was... I knew who was outside waiting for me. I ran out and saw him standing there... And he saw me. He fled because he was scared. He couldn't face me. I gave chase. And somehow it erupted into a romantic scene out of no where. Really creeped me out.
I woke up thinking about him again. I wondered if I was ever going to see him again. I wondered if he hated me. I wondered if everything we did as kids mattered to him or even if he cared. Some of my friends thought I was crazy and thought that the little "crush" I had was going to go away.

So were they wrong?

I had another dream. It was more like, a premonition. I saw him. Sitting on the curb of a house in a cloaked trench coat. He was very depressed and sad. I - for some reason - has a piccolo with me, and it kept falling and breaking. I started to talk with him, but something.. someone.. caught the corner of my eye. I looked up and in the doorway a woman with a child in her arms. It was his child. All I remember him saying was "We were careless. I don't want it anymore. I don't want to have anything to do with HER anymore." And I woke up.

These dreams were weird at best. I began thinking... Is he married? Does he have children? Does he have a girlfriend? Does he still live in this town? Would he ever want to see me again? Would we ever go dating if he was here?

So, I pulled out my book of contacts and contacted a midget (he's just really short for a 15 year old. 4'somethin). He would know where to find that childhood boy. Actually, he randomly showed up at my house about a week later. I had always bothered him about finding the boy. Except that one day, he actually said he could call him. I started freaking out. I was anxious and so excited. I was talking to him for almost 2 hours about what was going on in our lives. Well, not really. We were just talking and talking. Around 11 that night, he called me again. He asked, "Do you think I can go by and see you?"