Last night I had a dream (no, not quoting Luther King in any way),
throughout this dream time seemed to pass but it was always night time.
I was at a party in someone's house and there were moments when this house looked like a mall because
it had cafeteria tables and a play-house in the middle of the living room. There was a big back yard
it had a pool and it was connected to the woods, but this is irrelevant, I never seemed to leave the house.
Every room had the lights turned off what very little amount of light there was came from candles and moonlight
that entered from the garden window. I shambled around, there didn't seem to be enough space for me to walk,
the house was full of people.I remember seeing my old elementary school friends, in that moment I thought of
how I always pictured us being friends forever, even when I moved to this God forsaken town (such a lovely God forsaken town).
I saw Caroline and I immediately felt ashamed. I lowered my head and tried to hide between the darkness and the crowd; behind her walked
Danielle. I felt lonelier than I did when I realized I was in the party alone.
After shuffling around for another while I saw Daniel, and after that things got weird. I didn't gather courage to
talk to him or anything (even if I knew it was a dream), but my unconscious self was affected by that and after seeing him
I just started to bump into most of my ex-lovers, and we talked and it was soothing.
Instead of feeling sad or guilty when I woke up, I felt a little at peace. I came to terms with the fact that they were gone.
When I woke up I felt, as if I had actually spoken to them, I felt forgiven my some and forgave others.
There was this one guy, who I think I hurt(in real life), and we talked, and he kissed my cheek as a sign of peace.
He gave me a ride back to my place and I.. I felt so soothed, I stuck half of my body out the window
and opened my arms and gathered air between them and in my hair. It was still night-time, but it felt like it was dawn.

I'm grateful for this dream, most of these people I've actually missed, perhaps not in a romantic way but I just miss their
existance in my life. This is the wonder of dreams, should I not be afraid of it, I could dream of my grandmother and talk to her,
but then again I wouldn't know what to tell her, we never talked back when she was living.