Have you ever had a dream which you actually learned something from? Like something that was always there but you could never figure it out? I never really thought that dreams could change your life, until last night.
I didn't know how the dream started, but I knew two people in the dream, myself and a girl from my photography class. We used to be friends but had a bit of a falling out, so now we hardly speak, so I was surprised to find her in the dream. The other person though - who was a guy - I didn't know, I couldn't fit his face anywhere.
So anyways, I found myself wanting to were something else (which I have no idea why) and I came up with this weird plan that the girl from my class could get change into what I was wearing then and I could change into what I wanted to wear.
As we tried to do that, a little girl came over to me and started asking questions about why my cousin killed himself. In reality, none of my cousins have done that, but in the dream I was furious and shouted at the little girl, saying that he was in fact murdered and it was made to look like he killed himself. So then the little ran off to her teacher in tears.
Me and the girl from my class were unable to get change as there was a sudden meeting about something to do with Science. So that's when we went to sit down, the girl sitting down in the middle of me and the boy (who then was wearing glasses). As the person at the front was talking about - as the topic changed to Art - I tried to talk to the two.
But the boy angrily whispered at me that he wanted to listen to what they were saying.
The girl from my class got mad too and said something that is still in my head.
"God, you're so full of hatred. I wouldn't be surprised if you never fall in love!"
I had no idea where that came from, but next thing I knew I was crying out of where we were and in the toilets, where I was crying my eyes out.
I knew only apart of what she said was true, that I might not ever fall in love, because I have never been in love. But the hatred part, I didn't know what to think about that.
The next thing I knew I was woken up by my alarm, and I somehow felt...different. I didn't know if it was a good or bad different. But...I don't know...I suddenly felt lighter.
So is it true? Can dreams change you and what you think? Or maybe it was something deep down that wanted to be said...