I thank God that my worst nightmare was just a nightmare, a fake, an illusion. I thought it would be real, it felt too real, like it’s really happening in my life. the hero of my life passed away, my dad. in my dream it felt like my fears in life came true, my one inspiration why I’m taking architecture suddenly disappeared. depression welled up so much in my chest, I came out from the car crying, but I didn’t question the Lord why is this happening to us. I just have to believe in Him more.

but then in the end I realized I can control my dreams. I woke up. and cried for a minute.

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the best dream was that I’m with him and we’re once again, very sweet with each other. tch, he kept making playful bites in my arm! T.T but I like it anyways. and then he took my hand and starts to play with it for a bit, and then we saw the ‘girl’ who I think has feelings for him and she kept staring at us but kept herself smiling. she was a bit disturbed but I showed no expression. I don’t want to tick her off. so I just let it go because she somewhat needs his help on something.

so.. yep. after a few days of not dreaming thee guy I dreamed of him again. I’m a bit happy about that :)